CESAR
I find her mid-motion, dress halfway over her head like she was about to pull it off. She yanks it back down, fumbling in that chaotic way that's somehow sexy and ridiculous all at once. Her eyes meet mine with a glare, a silent scream behind them.
She's trying to close her zipper, but her hands are shaking.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Caesar?" she snaps, voice tight.
Then she glances past me toward the hallway. I kick the door shut with my foot. It thuds closed behind me.
"What do you want now?" she hisses. "How did you even get in here?"
"You don't lock your door," I tell her.
"Well, yeah, sometimes Victor has bad dreams and comes over in the middle of the night." She crosses her arms. "What's your problem?"
"My problem," I grit out, "is that I kept telling you not to do something, and you kept doing it anyway."
"What are you even talking about?" she says, frowning. "I don't understand. What is this about?"
"Sebastian," I say his name like poison.
