Sophia barely had time to process what had just happened.
Lucian's grip on Ryan's wrist was firm, unyielding, and possessive. The way his silver eyes darkened, filled with something dangerous, sent a chill down her spine.
"Dude, let go," Ryan snapped, trying to yank his arm back. But Lucian's fingers tightened.
Ryan winced. "What the hell is your problem?"
Lucian smirked. But there was no humor in it—only a silent, unspoken warning.
"I don't like seeing unworthy hands on something that doesn't belong to them." His voice was calm, quiet—deadly.
Sophia sucked in a sharp breath. Something?
Ryan scoffed. "Sophia's my girlfriend. Back off."
Lucian finally let go, but the threat in his gaze remained. He tilted his head slightly, studying Ryan like a predator studying prey.
For the first time, Ryan looked unsure. He felt it. The power radiating from Lucian.
Sophia felt it too.
Lucian wasn't just anyone. There was something about him that made the air heavy, thick with unspoken danger.
And he was dangerous.
Sophia grabbed Ryan's arm, breaking the tension. "Let's just go," she muttered, dragging him toward his car.
But she could still feel Lucian's eyes on her. Burning. Seething. Waiting.
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That night, Sophia tossed and turned in bed. Sleep refused to come.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.
Lucian. His stare. His touch. The way he had moved so fast, so effortlessly.
Who was he?
And why did it feel like, no matter where she went, he was always right there—watching?