She was wrong.
He smiled. Slightly. Dangerously.
“I’ll marry you.”
Relief hit her—too fast. Too early.
Because he wasn’t done.
He leaned closer…
“But after midnight… you belong to me.”
Her smile disappeared.
Not romantic.
Not protective.
Something darker.
Then—
headlights flood the street.
Black cars. Doors opening.
Men stepping out.
She whispers, breaking—
“…they’re here.”
The man doesn’t even turn around.
He just looks at her… calm…
