CharliI step into the courtyard, the night pressing cool against my bare arms, and there’s Elijah. His back is to me, posture rigid. Every line of him screams control. Power. Ownership.He’s dressed in an immaculate suit, cut to his frame so perfectly it looks like the fabric was made for him and him alone. Sharp lines, power stitched into every seam.All of this for dinner?As if sensing me, he turns.His eyes catch mine, gray and cutting, and for a moment I swear the air leaves my lungs. His jaw tightens, his temples clench, like I’ve somehow already offended him without saying a word.He’s angry, he has to be with that look. Or maybe it’s the dress, maybe it’s too much, maybe Tony was wrong. Maybe they were all wrong.I stop moving, frozen under that gaze. I shift on my heels, tugging at the dress, wishing I could disappear.He walks to me slowly, each step tense
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