"Get out!" Violet's voice broke through the tense air, trembling with barely contained fury as her glare bore into Rane. Her disgust was palpable—not because of his preferences, but because of his slimy, unrelenting demeanor. She felt her anger intensify when he dared to take another step toward her, closer than she'd ever allowed anyone, let alone him.
Violet's instincts screamed at her to run. She moved toward the adjoining door to her room, gripping the handle with desperate urgency. But before she could pull it open, a force slammed it shut. The sound echoed in the small bathroom, and she froze as she felt his towering presence behind her. He leaned against the door, his breath ghosting against the back of her neck, making her skin crawl.