Sophia’s POV
I wished I hadn’t convinced Garry to go out tonight.
I wished I had begged him to stay.
He had hesitated at the door, watching me with concern, but I had forced a smile, told him I was fine. That I’d be safe. That nothing was going to happen.
I had been wrong.
Because Matteo was here.
His presence filled my room like a shadow that refused to be cast away, lingering in the corners of my mind, pressing against my skin. I could feel him before I even turned around. I didn’t need to. His scent—rich cologne, something dark and masculine—already surrounded me, making my stomach twist.
I locked eyes with him in the mirror, my breath catching as those silver irises gleamed under the dim light, sharp and predatory. There was something in the way he looked at me—like a wolf watching a rabbit, amused by the struggle but certain of the outcome.
He was enjoying this.
I clenched my fists at my sides as I fought the urge to shove him away.