"Why do you keep running, Selene?" Luca's voice sliced through the silence of the night, echoing off the polished marble of the lobby. His presence loomed behind her, dark and consuming, as if he were a shadow she could never escape.
Selene paused, her hand gripping the doorframe of the entrance. "I'm not running. I'm leaving." The air between them crackled with tension, electric and volatile.
"Leaving?" His laugh was low, mocking, as he stepped forward. "You know you can't walk away from me. Not now."
With a fierce flick of her hair, she turned to face him, determination flashing in her eyes. "I'm not your toy, Luca. I'm not here for your games anymore."
Luca stepped closer, invading her space, his breath brushing her cheek. "Oh, but you are. You love it when I play with you. Don't pretend otherwise."