(The ballroom is suffocating. Evelyn’s pulse pounds in her ears as she stares at the man who just walked in. A ghost from her past. A monster she barely survived.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
This isn’t possible…
???
(smirks) Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t really think you were free of me, did you?
(Her hands tremble.Not him. Anyone but him. But before she can react, he steps forward—and suddenly, her captor’s grip tightens on her waist.Warning. Possessive. Dangerous.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Careful, Adrian. She’s mine now.
(The name alone sends ice through Evelyn’s veins. He was her first mistake. Her biggest regret. And now? He’s back.)
𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
(chuckles) Yours?(eyes darken) Funny. I don’t remember ever letting her go.
(Evelyn stiffens as Adrian reaches for her—but before he can touch her, her captor blocks him.The tension is razor-sharp.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Touch her, and I’ll bury you.
𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
(smirks) I’d like to see you try. (in a dark velvety voice)
(And just like that, the party turns into a battlefield. And Evelyn? She’s the prize.)
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