Threat
Seraphine's POV
The charity event was held in the most luxurious hotel in the city. Crystal chandeliers hung from soaring ceilings, casting warm light over marble floors. Everything gleamed with wealth and power.
My stomach churned as we stepped out of the car. This world felt foreign and intimidating.
Theodore's hand settled on the small of my back, guiding me forward. The simple touch sent heat racing through my body. I hated how easily he affected me.
Remember what you are, I told myself firmly. Just his breeder. Nothing more.
But as we approached the entrance, Theodore leaned down and pressed his lips to my temple. The gentle kiss made my breath catch.
"Smile," he murmured against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. "Look like you're enjoying yourself."
My cheeks flushed. The tender gesture had felt so real for a moment.
"And remember," he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "act your part convincingly. Everyone will be watching."
