Danger draped in silk.
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Her room smelled like sandalwood and secrets.
The storm outside cracked against the glass — wild, uninvited. Just like the man who now stood in her doorway.
Kiaan.
Not a knock. Not a warning. Just his presence — all thunder in a black suit, hair wet from rain, jaw clenched like he was holding back wars
Seher didn’t flinch.
She didn’t rise.
She stayed seated by the vanity, wrapped in a thin robe, one shoulder bare — skin glowing under the candlelight.
She met his eyes in the mirror.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said, voice like velvet with a blade under it.
“You’re not supposed to share your glass with my brother,” he replied, stepping in.
Door shut. Lock clicked.
She turned in her chair — slowly, deliberately — facing him fully now.
“And here I thought your problem was with him.”
“My problem,” Kiaan growled, stepping closer, “is that you’re playing with fire in a palace made of glass.”
She stood. Now they were face-to-face. Inches. Heat. Pride.
“Maybe I want to see who burns first.”
His hand moved. Fast.
Gripping the back of the chair she just left — caging her without touching. His eyes burned into hers.
“This isn’t a game, Seher.”
“Then why are you playing?”
Lightning lit the sky. Her robe slipped further down one shoulder. She didn’t fix it.
His eyes dropped — just once. Just long enough.
“You want control,” she whispered. “But you’ve already lost it.”
“You think you know me?” His voice cracked now — fury and pain in one breath.
“You don’t know what I gave up to keep this kingdom standing.”
“I do,” she said. “You gave up feeling. Loving. Breathing.”
Silence.
Then...
His hand rose — slow, trembling.
He almost touched her face.
Almost.
But his fingers hovered just near her jaw — breath close, knuckles shaking.
“Don’t do that,” he said, barely above a whisper.
“Don’t make me want what I can’t have.”
She looked him dead in the eye.
“Then stop coming back for it.”
And just like that—
He dropped his hand.
Turned.
Left.
No touch.
But her skin still burned.
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Some men ruin you with words.
Others — with the touch they never gave.
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