Dante didn't knock.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't think.
His body moved on its own.
One second, he was outside her door.
The next—
He was inside.
The lock snapped. The door swung open.
And the second he stepped into her space—the scent hit him like a drug.
Fear. Pure. Undiluted. Drowning the air.
His vision darkened.
His breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling in slow, controlled movements.
Except—he wasn't in control.
Not anymore.
His gaze swept the room.
Empty.
But he could feel her.
Hiding. Trembling.
Dante's jaw flexed.
He should leave.
He should turn around and walk the hell out.
Because if he didn't—
He wouldn't stop himself.
His gaze landed on the closed bathroom door.
Her scent was strongest there.
Trapped. Cornered.
His muscles coiled.
She was hiding from him.
She didn't even know he was here, but still—her body knew.
And something inside him liked that.
A slow, dangerous smile curled at his lips.
Kavy wasn't his.
He kept telling himself that.
Lying to himself.
But she had his bite.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore it—
That meant she belonged to him.
Dante exhaled slowly.
Then he stepped forward.
He would give her a choice.
Just one.
Come out willingly.
Or—
Let him take what was already his.