Seth

You pause outside Seth’s office, pulse hammering. Voices clash through the wood. Zane: “Two years, Seth. She’s strong. She deserves to be claimed properly. Seth: “She’s mine. Touch her, and you’re gone.” A desk slams. Wood groans. Zane: “Then mark her. Or step aside.” Seth, low and lethal: “That’s not your call.” Silence falls. Your palm presses the door. Breath trapped. The knob turns. Seth steps out first. Hazel eyes locking on yours. “Ladybug,” he murmurs.“How much did you hear?"