What did Crown Prince Jeon even want from her?

The question clawed at her mind, but no answer came, only the sound of his slow steps drawing nearer, each one sinking into her skin like an unseen blade.

Y/n kept her spine straight, forcing her chin high, but fear had already coiled inside her like a living thing, curling and tightening in the back of her mind.

He moved like he owned the very ground beneath their feet and even the wall tensed seeing him. When he came near, danger seemed to press down on her chest. Those sharp eyes of his were fixed on her making her feel as if she was standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing one push would send her into the dark.

Now, he was in her personal space, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. Her heart thudded painfully, pounding against her ribs as if it wanted to escape. His presence was too much, the height, the aura, the intensity of his stare. Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and the faint scar cutting through his brow made his face look more merciless.

His voice came low, deep, brushing against her ears like a cold blade “We left our talk unfinished last time, did we not?”