BLOOD AND PETALS

Elena told herself she wouldn't think about him.

Not his voice, low and dangerous.

Not his hand brushing hers with the ease of ownership.

Not the way his words had carved into her skin like truth: Ask about Sophia.

She tried to bury herself in wedding details. Invitations. Flowers. Dresses. All the things that should have been her joy. But everything was tainted now, as if Adrian had smeared his shadow across the edges of her life.

That evening, Daniel took her to dinner with friends. A lively restaurant, laughter clinking off the glasses, everything bright and ordinary. Elena forced her smile, forced her laughter, but when Daniel excused himself to take a call, she watched him through the glass door.

His smile vanished the moment he thought no one was looking. His voice hardened, sharp with urgency.

And then she heard it-faint but clear.

Sophia.

Her heart twisted. She felt the ground slipping beneath her feet.

"Elena."

The voice wasn't Daniel's. It was deeper. Smoother.

Her blood went cold.

She turned, and there he was. Adrian sat at the bar across the room, his posture relaxed, his gaze fixed entirely on her. He had no right to be there, yet he looked like he owned the place. Like he owned her.

Her lips parted in shock. "What are you doing here?" she whispered when he drifted closer, like a shadow drawn to flame.

He leaned against her chair, close enough for only her to hear. "Dinner. Watching. Saving you from wasting another smile on a liar." His lips curved in that dry, merciless humor. "Multitasking."

Her pulse raced. "You shouldn't be here."

"I should be everywhere he is," Adrian replied, his eyes glinting. "Because wherever he goes, he leaves cracks. And I want you to see them break."

Before she could respond, Daniel returned. His smile reappeared instantly, bright and perfect. He set his hand on her shoulder. "Everything alright?"

Elena froze, trapped between their eyes. Daniel's warm and familiar, Adrian's dark and consuming.

Adrian straightened, his presence looming like thunder. "We were just talking," he said smoothly, his tone edged with something dangerous.

Daniel stiffened, recognition flickering in his gaze. "I don't think we've met."

"No," Adrian said, his lips curving faintly. "But I know who you are."

The silence between them was sharp as glass. Daniel's grip on Elena's shoulder tightened imperceptibly. Adrian's gaze never left her, even as he spoke to Daniel.

"Take care of her," he said softly. "It would be a shame if she got hurt."

Daniel's jaw flexed. Elena's chest tightened until she couldn't breathe.

And then Adrian was gone, slipping into the night as easily as he had appeared, leaving the taste of danger on her tongue.

That night, back in Daniel's apartment, Elena lay awake as he slept beside her. His arm heavy around her waist, his breathing steady. Safe. Familiar.

But her heart betrayed her.

It beat not for the man lying beside her.

But for the shadow who had appeared uninvited, unruly, unstoppable.

Adrian.

And in the silence, she realized the most terrifying truth of all:

She was no longer afraid of his obsession.

She was afraid of her own.

The question burned in her chest all night until she could no longer hold it in.

The next morning, as Daniel buttoned his shirt, Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her voice trembling.

"Daniel," she said softly. "Who's Sophia?"

He froze. Just for a second. Then his expression smoothed into practiced calm. He turned, offering her the kind of smile that had once disarmed every doubt.

"Sophia?" He chuckled lightly. "She's a colleague. She handles some of my firm's accounts. Why?"

Elena's fingers knotted in the bedsheet. "I heard you say her name. You sounded... different."

Daniel knelt before her, cupping her face with steady hands. His eyes met hers with polished sincerity. "You're imagining things, Elena. Stress. The wedding, the shop. It's making you see ghosts where there are none."

Her chest loosened just slightly under his touch. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice low and soothing. "I would never lie to you. Never. You're the only woman I want. The only woman I've ever wanted."

Her heart ached. She wanted so badly to believe him. To let the lie-if it was a lie-become truth.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." His smile returned, flawless and reassuring. "We'll be married soon, and then you'll never have to doubt me again."

But later, alone in her flower shop, Adrian's words clawed at her chest. Ask him. Watch his eyes.

She replayed Daniel's answer in her mind. His smile, his certainty, the warmth of his hands.

And yet... she remembered the pause. That fraction of a second where his mask had slipped.

She shook her head fiercely, arranging a bouquet until the stems nearly snapped in her grip. She refused to let Adrian crawl into her mind. Refused to let his poison destroy what she had built.

Daniel was her future. Her safety. Her forever.

And Adrian... Adrian was nothing but a shadow trying to steal her light.

Still, as the shop fell silent, she couldn't stop the thought that chilled her blood:

What if shadows were all she had left when the lights went out?