CONTROL

I stared at him, locked in my place as his fingers softly brushed against my neck. It made my skin prickle.

“Do you want this?” Caspian’s voice was a low rumble, the words hanging between us.

He didn’t need to elaborate on what he was asking; I knew. My gaze flicked away from him for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, but my heart hammered so loudly I was sure he was hearing every single beat.

“I know this must be very confusing for you,” he continued, his voice softer now, more coaxing. “But this is me, Kat. The real me.”

I realised he wasn’t just asking about what was happening now—he was asking if I was ready to dive into the depths of who he truly was, no matter how dark or complicated that might be.

My throat was dry. I tried to swallow but couldn’t. “What... what am I supposed to do?”

The words came out small, trembling with the fear and curiosity coursing through me. My eyes flicked nervously over the room again, taking in the dim lighting and the air thick with anticip