Evan Lee's POV______
I keep staring at the coat lying on the floor.
Rion Vale's coat. The one he left for me.
For a long moment, I don't move. The room is quiet — too quiet — except for the faint echo of my own heartbeat. I finally stand, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor as I walk over and pick up the coat.
It's heavier than it looks. Warm, soft, familiar.
"He's really a lunatic…" I whisper under my breath, though my voice lacks conviction.
And yet… I bring the coat closer.
Before I can stop myself, I inhale.
The scent hits instantly — black orchid.
Deep, dark, addictive. The kind of scent that doesn't just linger in the air; it clings to your skin, your soul, your nerves.
God…
My eyes flutter shut as the fragrance spreads through me, pulling me under like a tide I can't fight. I'm ashamed — mortified, even — but my body doesn't care. My body reacts like it's been starving for this.
