Third-person POV
As soon as Electra and Seraphina stepped inside the small storage room, the air between them shifted—thickening with something almost unbearable.
The door clicked shut, and before Seraphina could even register what was happening, Electra turned sharply, her hand finding the lock, and with a sharp twist, she secured the door behind them.
Before Seraphina could so much as breathe a word, Electra's hands were on her, pushing her back against the door. The force wasn't harsh—it wasn't meant to hurt—but it was enough to make her breath hitch, her back hitting the wooden surface as Electra's taller frame stood over her, pressing in close.
Seraphina's pulse roared in her ears, her chest rising and falling sharply, and as she looked up at Electra's face, the first thing she noticed—the first thing she felt—was Electra's eyes on her lips.
She was staring.
Unapologetically.
Unwavering.
Fixated.