Mixed blood

Chapter 12 : Trapped

As soon as their bedroom door clicked shut behind them, the air between them shifted. No more forced smiles, no more pretending. Just them. Alone.

They moved toward the wardrobe, William casually slipped his tie off, hanging it.

Luana raised an eyebrow, watching him with a bemused expression. "What do you think you're doing?"

William shrugged nonchalantly, "Changing. Unless you're planning on doing that for me."

She crossed her arms. "You can't change here. I'm changing here because my clothes are in the wardrobe."

"So are mine, and I'm not exactly bothered by a little company."

"Oh, trust me, you should be. You never know what might happen."

She lifted her leg onto a nearby chair, hiking up her dress just enough to reveal a sleek weapon strapped to her thigh.

William blinked, caught off guard, "What the—? You brought a weapon to dinner?"

She smirked, "You know, in case I had to protect my virtue. So?"

He laughed, holding up his hands in a mock surrender, "Alright, point taken. I'll change elsewhere."

He grabbed his clothes, shooting her a last amused glance before retreating to the bathroom. With a satisfied smile, Luana turned back to the dresser and selected her pajamas a set printed with tiny, smiling potatoes wearing sunglasses.

They were soft, ridiculous, and unapologetically hers.

When she finally stepped out, William was already sprawled across the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, looking entirely too comfortable.

"Are you serious?"

He barely spared her a glance. "What now?"

"You expect me to sleep next to you?"

William smirked, eyes drifting lazily to her before shutting again. "I don’t expect anything from you—apart from shutting up."

Luana clenched her fists. "Get on the couch."

He scoffed. "Not happening."

"Fine," she bit out. "Then I'll take the couch."

"Suit yourself."

Fuming, she marched to the couch, threw herself onto it—and immediately regretted it.

The thing was stiff as a rock. She gritted her teeth, refusing to give in, but five minutes later, she was up, storming back to the bed. "Move over."

"No," William said, not even bothering to open his eyes.

She yanked at the blanket. "Move. Over."

William didn't budge. "Not my problem. You made a stupid decision."

Luana growled under her breath before slipping under the blanket—only to be immediately annoyed by how much space he took.

William shifted, getting closer.

She whipped around. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

His lips curled. "Just getting comfortable."

"On my side of the bed?"

He smirked. "Is there a line I can’t cross?"

"You know what?" Luana snapped before shoving him. Hard.

William was caught off guard, his balance tilting—then, with a satisfying thud, he hit the floor.

Then a low, incredulous chuckle. "Really?"