The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the silence in Raya's room shifted— denser, intimate, charged. Adrian didn't speak immediately. He simply stood there, back straight, shoulders broad, presence heavy enough to bend the air. Raya could still hear the echo of Alessia's outrage downstairs, but here… everything felt different. Softer. Tighter. Like the world had quietly funneled down to just the two of them.
Raya's lips curved into a small smile, eyes sparkling with something between mischief and caution.
"So?" she asked, brushing invisible dust off her dress as she stepped closer. "How did I do?"
Adrian's expression didn't change. He looked at her like he was studying her, weighing each breath she took.
"I'm not satisfied," he replied coolly.
The smile fell from her face as cleanly as a dropped curtain.
"Oh." Raya lowered herself onto the bed, fingers clasped, lips thinning into a straight, disappointed line.
