Chapter 4 The Edge of Something Dangerous

The city had gone quiet outside, the kind of silence that made the ticking of a clock sound like a heartbeat. I wasn't sure why I had followed Nicholas into his office after hours, only that the air between us had shifted since the moment our eyes locked earlier. He leaned against the desk, sleeves rolled, collar undone, watching me with that steady, unreadable gaze that made me feel like he saw every hidden part of me. I pretended to study the framed map on the wall, but my pulse betrayed me, quick and uneven.

"You're restless tonight," he said softly, almost like an observation rather than a question. I swallowed. "Maybe I am."

He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Restless is dangerous, Elena. It makes you reckless."

The way he said my name sent a shiver through me. I turned away, needing distance, but the room felt too small, his presence too consuming. When I reached for my bag, his hand brushed mine accident, maybe, but the touch lingered. Warm, deliberate, and far too intimate.I froze.

The silence thickened, humming like a live wire between us. I should have pulled back. Instead, I looked up. His eyes held mine, dark and unflinching, as though he dared me to deny what had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks.

"Tell me to stop," Nicholas murmured, his voice low, velvet-wrapped steel. His hand was still over mine, thumb grazing the edge of my wrist in slow, maddening circles.

I couldn't. My lips parted, but no words came.

He stepped closer. The faint scent of him cedar, smoke, something darker wrapped around me, dizzying. I felt caged and free all at once.

"Every time I try to stay away from you..." he let out a breath, rough, controlled, "you pull me back in without even knowing it."

My heart slammed against my ribs. I should have said something anything but all I managed was a whisper. "And what if I don't want you to stay away?"

His eyes darkened, the faintest crack in his restraint. For a moment, it felt inevitable his lips hovering a breath away, the world narrowing to that one suspended second.

But instead of claiming me, he brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers ghosting over my skin like fire. My breath caught.

"Then we're both in more trouble than we realize," he said, pulling back just enough to keep me aching.

The spell broke, but not completely. My hand still tingled where his had touched it, my chest rising and falling too quickly. He turned away, bracing himself against the desk, jaw tight as though he'd wrestled with something he almost lost.

I gathered my things with trembling fingers, but I knew it didn't matter. Nothing would be the same after this. We had crossed a line quietly, dangerously and neither of us could pretend otherwise. As I reached the door, I heard his voice, rough and unfinished. Elena? I turned.

His eyes locked on mine, unreadable, but the weight of them pinned me in place. "Be careful what you invite. Some doors don't close once opened."

I left without answering, but my body already knew the truth: the door was wide open, and I wasn't sure I wanted it shut.