Dahlia's POV
Soren's fingertips brushed against my forehead, and I caught the storm brewing in his dark eyes. "Stop putting on this fragile act around me. You don't have to prove anything by hurting yourself. This is your body we're talking about."
His words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless. The shock rippled through my chest, followed by something I hadn't experienced in ages - genuine warmth from someone who barely knew me.
Soren gestured toward my electric bike with a sharp nod. "Put that back where it belongs."
I obeyed without question, then slipped into his car, settling into the leather seat with careful precision.
Instead of driving toward my apartment or the shopping district, we pulled up to the entrance of an upscale hotel. The valet rushed forward to take the keys.
