SELIN'S POV.
Something erupted in his expression—pain, rage, longing , all tangled together.
"You are," he said, voice soft and terrifying. "And that is exactly why you're the most dangerous thing to me."
The grip on my sleeve loosened. Not because he calmed, but because he couldn't hold me without losing control. I could tell.
His chest rose and fell like he just went ten rounds in a fight.
"Leave," he said, but it sounded more like a plea than a command.
I should've run. But instead…I leaned in, just enough to whisper,
"I'm not afraid of you."
His eyes darkened into something primal, something that made every part of me tremble and heat at the same time.
"You should be."
The way he said it wasn't a threat. It was a warning. A promise. A confession.
I stepped back , not because I wanted to, but because if I stayed one second longer, I might've done something even more reckless.
