Ariana could feel it—the shift.
This wasn't banter.
This wasn't just another game.
Leila's eyes burned into hers, filled with something dark, something undeniable.
Ariana's pulse was erratic. She needed to break this moment.
She wet her lips, forcing out a scoff. "You really love hearing yourself talk, don't you?"
Leila smirked. "And you love pretending you don't listen."
Ariana exhaled sharply. "I'm done with this conversation."
She turned to leave.
But Leila caught her wrist.
Ariana froze.
The contact was light—barely there. But it shattered everything.
Leila's voice was quieter now, softer. Too dangerous.
"Say it."
Ariana swallowed. "Say what?"
Leila stepped closer. Too close.
"That you don't feel this."
Ariana's chest tightened. "Leila—"
"Say it," Leila repeated, gaze unwavering.
Ariana's throat dried up.
Because she couldn't.
She should laugh, roll her eyes, push Leila away—do anything to keep control.
But she just stood there.
Because if she opened her mouth, the lie wouldn't come.
Leila's grip loosened, just slightly.
Then, voice barely a whisper—
"That's what I thought."
Ariana's breath hitched.
Her entire world felt like it was tilting.
She had played with fire before.
But this time, she was the one burning.