Luther

In my mind, I kept telling myself that if it were him, I'd be fine. Safe, even. And yet, my body refused to listen. My heart pounded against my ribs, my breath came in shallow gasps, and my legs tensed, ready to flee. Instinct overruled reason—an undeniable, primal urge to run. "You have five minutes to get away from this room..." His voice was smooth, almost amused, but there was an edge beneath it—something dark, something hungry. "You don't want me to catch you. Trust me." A shiver traced its way down my spine. It was a razor-thin line between danger and desire. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, as if the walls themselves were closing in. If I got away, I'd be safe. But if he caught me... My pulse skipped. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to escape at all. But as his gaze locked onto mine, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips, I swallowed hard—then turned and ran.