Poul's heart pounded as Amelia's hands pressed against the door, trapping him in the room with her. He looked into her eyes, searching for an explanation for her unusual behavior.
"I want you to stay with me for a while," Amelia repeated, her gaze intense and unwavering.
Poul tried to push past her, but she grabbed his arm with unexpected strength, pulling him deeper into the room. Before he could react, she pushed him onto the bed, her hands moving to the zipper of her dress.
Poul's mind raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He had always been drawn to Amelia's confidence and independence, but this sudden turn of events left him feeling uneasy.
"Amelia, please," he managed to say, his voice shaking. "What's going on?"
