My hands were still pressed to my mouth, as if that could somehow contain the what-the-actual-hell scream building in my chest.
WHAT.
That single word ricocheted inside my skull like a bullet in a tin can.
Adrien—the man who had been a silent fortress of stoicism, who barely flinched when I puked on him—was looking at me with an intensity that could've ignited the air between us. His gaze was dark, unreadable, and yet somehow loud, like every unspoken word was pressing against my skin.
Interested in me.
Not attracted to me. Not curious about me.
Interested.
Like I was a puzzle he intended to solve.
Or a prey he intended to hunt.
I was suddenly very aware of my own heartbeat, thundering so violently I wondered if he could hear it.
I need to leave here.
This is very crazy.
What if he meant that he is interested in the aspect of killing me?
What if he does something worse to me than what max─ I shook my head mentally. No, don't think of max right now.
