"Abyss," he said slowly, his voice calm but firm. "Before we leave, we need to discuss—"
But she didn't let him finish.
Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "There's nothing to discuss, Adrian. I'm yours now… and you're mine."
Adrian's breath caught in his throat as she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with that same obsessive light. He had freed her, but now, it seemed, she intended to bind him in return.
Abyss's grip on Adrian didn't falter as her eyes gleamed with possessiveness. She was locked on him, her body still pressed close, and her gaze unwavering.
Slowly, a teasing smile curved her lips, and she leaned in once more, her breath warm against his skin.
"So, what should I wear, Adrian?" she whispered in a sultry, almost playful voice. "Or… would you rather I stay like this?"
