Anna swallowed hard.
The way Daniel was staring at her made her freeze. His eyes were dark, steady, and impossible to read.
"Y-You won't," she stammered, still trying to sound confident even though her voice betrayed her.
Daniel folded his arms and leaned casually against the door. "Try me."
The quiet challenge in his tone made her knees weaken. There was no hint of teasing this time—no trace of mischief. He meant every word, and that truth alone sent a chill racing down her spine.
He had always been like this—setting his rules, claiming control in ways that left her breathless and furious all at once. Sometimes he would keep his distance, giving her space; other times, he'd corner her with that calm authority that made resistance seem pointless.
And now, with the door locked behind him and that look in his eyes, she knew he wasn't bluffing.
No, Anna. You can't let him win again, she told herself.
"Fine," she muttered under her breath, and when he raised an eyebrow, she ran.
