Sebastian's Obsession
The music shifted into something slow and intoxicating, the kind that made it impossible to ignore the close proximity of another body.
As we moved to the rhythm, a sharp, burning sensation settled between my shoulder blades, as if someone’s gaze was piercing straight through me. My breath hitched as I subtly glanced around, and then I saw him—Sebastian.
He stood near the bar, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. His grip on the whiskey glass was white-knuckled, and those icy blue eyes burned with something dark, dangerous. Fury. Possessiveness.
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