A short distance from her rooftop room, he finally released her wrist. Selina stood in silence, her nerves tightening as she studied the anger and conflict etched across his face.
He ran a hand through his black medium-length hair, glancing down the quiet neighbourhood before directing his sharp, searching gaze back at her.
As Selina instinctively stepped back, clutching the hem of her shirt, Zane took a deliberate step forward, pressing her back against the wall.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths, heavy with uncertainty.
But he stopped just short of her, leaving a tense gap between them. His eyes remained locked on her, unblinking, while she averted her gaze.
He noticed her avoidance but couldn't tell if it stemmed from guilt or sincerity.
