HurremYildiz
The table pressed lightly into Hurrem Yildiz's back as Kim Leo stepped closer-not trapping, not forcing... but leaving no doubt that he wasn't walking away.
The air between them tightened, sharp and electric.
Leo's hand came down on the table beside her, close enough to make her breath hitch, but not touching her. Not yet.
"Do you always run," he said quietly, his voice low enough to feel rather than hear, "or just when it's me?"
Hurrem tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze instead of shrinking from it. "I'm not running," she replied, steady-too steady. "I just don't like being followed."
A flicker of something dark crossed his expression-amusement, maybe... or something deeper.
"Followed?" Leo leaned in just enough for his words to brush against her ear, his voice dropping further. "No, Hurrem... if I wanted to follow you, you wouldn't even notice."
Her pulse quickened, but she didn't move away.
"Then what do you want?" she asked.
This time, he paused.
Not hesitating-choosing.
His fingers tapped once against the table, controlled, deliberate. "I want you to stop pretending you don't feel this."
Silence stretched between them, heavy and charged.
Hurrem's lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Leo straightened just enough to give her space-barely-but enough to make it clear this wasn't a cage.
"You can walk away," he said softly, his gaze still locked on hers. "But if you stay..." a faint, dangerous smile touched his lips, "don't lie to me again."