I stepped into the penthouse. It was dark.
Every light had been turned off, and only the faint glow of the city spilled in through the tall glass windows. As I moved toward the wall to find the switch, I froze— I felt him.
His presence wrapped around me like a shadow, followed by the soft press of his hand curling around my waist.
His voice came low, rough against the silence, "How did you become my ruin?"
His hand slid up, resting gently on my shoulder as he whispered by my ear, his breath grazing my skin.
"I don't know why it's different with you. You make me lose control… You make me want things I swore I never would."
I leaned back against his chest, my eyes fluttering shut, letting myself feel it—him, "Then why do you keep holding back?", I asked softly.
His breath brushed my ear again, warm, trembling, "because I'm not the man for you, Alicia," he said. "I'm not perfect."
