Selfish Romance
Damien sat beside her, his jaw a taut line, one hand gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles blanched.
“Are you out of your mind walking alone at night?” His voice was low, deadly calm, but sharp enough to slice through the air.
Serena’s fear flared into frustration. “Forgive me for not expecting to be stalked on my way home, Damien. Should I start wearing a GPS tracker, too?”
His hand shot out, fingers gripping her chin, tilting her face toward his. His eyes burned, not just with anger, but something deeper — something that sent a cold, electric shiver down her spine.
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