He presses a soft kiss to my cheek—slow, deliberate.
Then his eyes return to Arem.
"Now," he says quietly, "you have your answer."
Arem says nothing.
He just stares.
The calm in his eyes is gone.
Something darker burns there now.
I stiffen.
"Rion—what are you doing?"
My eyes widen as he calmly pulls out the chair and sits beside me, uninvited, unapologetic. His gaze never leaves Arem. The air between them tightens instantly—sharp, hostile—like two predators locking eyes, neither willing to back down.
Before I can react, Rion's arm slips around my waist, possessive and firm. Heat floods my face. My heartbeat stumbles.
I try to push him away.
I glare at him, sharp and warning. "What are you doing here?"
He smiles lightly, infuriatingly calm.
"You're ignoring my messages again," he says, voice smooth. "So I thought I'd visit my kitten."
His eyes flick to Arem, seated across from us.
"I didn't know my kitten was out having coffee with his secretary."
