Chapter 2 Y/N's P.O.V "Calm down, Miss Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low thrum as we stepped into his room. The click of the closing door echoed in the sudden silence, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm not going to do anything to you," he continued, his eyes locking on mine. "Okay? I just want to apologize for my past behaviour." A strange smile played on his lips. "I'm sorry for chasing away all your suitors." His gaze dropped to my hand, then flickered back up. "And I'm also sorry for spying on you." My breath hitched. His words, so casually delivered, felt like a violation. "Okay, you're forgiven," I managed, my voice tight. "Can I go now?" I turned towards the door, desperate to escape the suffocating closeness of the room, of him. But he moved to block my path, his hand closing around my wrist. "No," he said, his grip tightening. "Wait, please." He moved towards a small refrigerator tucked in the corner. "Let's have a toast," he said, pulling out a bottle of something. "To us… making peace." "Seriously, Ahmed?" I scoffed, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "Just because you're twenty today doesn't mean you can drink." The forced intimacy, the closed door, his intense gaze… it was all making me feel trapped, uneasy. A flicker of fear, cold and sharp, pierced through my annoyance.