On the other side of the large mirror was Leon, trapped in a nightmare he never anticipated. He had followed Soren into the room, curiosity piqued by his offer, a new room? Count him in.
But the moment Soren locked the door behind him, that curiosity he had evaporated into dread. Leon pressed his forehead against the glass, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the scene unfold in the other room.
Soren, with his honeyed words and charming smile, now loomed over Riven like a dark cloud. The way Soren's fingers traced Riven's skin sent a jolt of possessiveness through Leon, igniting a fire of jealousy he couldn't suppress.
Riven's body responded eagerly, arching into Soren's touch, and Leon's stomach twisted at the sight. The soft moans that slipped from Riven's lips felt like daggers, piercing through the walls of glass that separated them. Each sound echoed in his mind, it would not go away, driving him crazy.
