dramatically as she glared at them. "Get out. All of you. Don't make me repeat myself."

They burst into another round of laughter, her performance too uncanny for comfort. Aaravika couldn't help but laugh along, feeling oddly proud of herself for nailing his demeanor.

But then the laughter died abruptly, as if someone had sucked the air out of the room. Confused, Aaravika glanced around and noticed all their gazes fixed on something-or someone-behind her.

Her heart sank. Slowly, she turned around, her stomach twisting into knots when her eyes landed on Vayran.

He was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked on her with an unreadable expression. There was no mistaking the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but his sharp gaze carried something far more dangerous.

"Oh..." Aaravika whispered, her voice barely audible. Her pulse quickened as she realized she was still wearing his coat.

"Don't stop," Vayran drawled, his voice deceptively calm as he straightened and took a step into the room.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself. Go on-act like me."

His cousins, sensing the storm brewing, bolted out of the room without a word, leaving Aaravika alone to face him.

"Cowards," she muttered under her breath before turning to face him fully. She forced a weak smile, her fingers fiddling nervously with the coat sleeves. "Uh... I was just, you know, entertaining them. No harm done, right?"

"Finish the performance."

Her hands clutched the lapels of his coat nervously. "I-It wasn't like that. I was just joking around."

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound sent a shiver down her spine. "A joke?" he echoed, his tone calm but laced with something sharper. "You think it's funny? Parading around in my coat, acting like you know me?"

"I didn't mean-"

"Enough." His voice cut through her protest like a blade. His strides were slow but purposeful as he closed the distance between them, stopping only when he was inches away. His height towered over her, and his scent-dark, musky, and intoxicating-wrapped around her like a cage.

Aaravika tried to step back, but the table behind her prevented any escape. "Vayran, it was just a joke," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

He tilted his head, his smirk cruel and taunting. "Do you know what happens to people who play games with me, Aaravika?"

"I-"

"You don't, do you?" he murmured, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over her ear. "Because if you did, you wouldn't be standing here looking so..." His eyes roamed her, the oversized coat slipping slightly off her shoulders. "...helpless."

Her cheeks flushed, her body betraying her as heat pooled low in her stomach. "I'm not-"

"You're not what?" he interrupted, his voice dropping lower, almost a growl. "Helpless? Or mine?"

Her breath hitched, and she froze under his predatory gaze. The words felt heavy, laden with meaning she wasn't ready to confront.

"Vayran, stop-" she started, but her words were silenced when his hand reached out, brushing the edge of the coat where it hung loosely on her shoulder.

"You look like mine," he murmured, his eyes burning into hers. "Wearing this... smelling like me. Do you know what that does to me?"

Her pulse quickened, and her knees threatened to give way under the weight of his words. "It's not like that," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, it is," he said, his smirk turning wicked. "Because every time you do something like this, Aara, it makes me wonder... what else of mine you'd look good in."

Her eyes widened, her mind racing to process what he'd just said. "What-what are you talking about?"

He leaned even closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Do I need to spell it out for you? My shirt... my bed... my name."

Her breath caught, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his closeness suffocating yet intoxicating all at once.

"You're insane," she said, her voice trembling.

"Maybe," he admitted, pulling back just enough to meet her wide-eyed gaze. "But you're the one driving me there, Aaravika. And if you keep testing me like this, you're going to find out exactly how far I'm willing to go."

She swallowed hard, her body tense as he finally stepped back. The tension in the room was suffocating, the unspoken words hanging heavy between them.

He turned, heading toward the door, but not before throwing one last look over his shoulder. His dark eyes locked onto hers, his smirk returning, more dangerous than before.

"And Aaravika," he said, his voice smooth and lethal, "next time you want to play dress-up with my things... make sure you're ready to deal with me, also try not to embarrass yourself, Aara."

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