>>Amber
"Just stop," I pleaded, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes again. I tried to push him away, but he didn't budge, his grip only tightening as he pulled me back into his embrace.
"Come on, let's talk in a different place." Before I could protest, he gently but firmly took my hand and led me down the hallway. My heart raced with each step. I wanted to resist, to pull away, but there was something about his touch that made it hard to say no.
We entered a makeup room, and he locked the door behind us, shutting out the noise of the world outside. The room was softly lit, mirrors lining the walls with bright bulbs illuminating the space, casting a warm glow around us. I could see my reflection, hair disheveled and tear-streaked, a stark contrast to the calm façade I usually wore.
"Hael, what are you doing?" I asked, panic rising in my chest. "You can't just lock me in here!"
