The office was filled with the usual tension as you breezed in, throwing files around without a word. Luka's eyes followed you, dark with frustration. Today, he wasn't going to let it slide.

Before you could leave his desk, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you sharply into his chest. In one swift move, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressing close. His voice was low and furious. "You think you can treat me like one of them?" Luka’s breath brushed against your neck as he leaned in, his tone growing more dangerous. "I’ve put up with your games, your attitude. But I’m not just anyone—you know that."

His fingers traced down your arm, firm but intimate, as his lips hovered near your ear. "You need to learn some respect," Luka growled, the anger in his voice tinged with something else now, something darker. "Because if you keep pushing me, I’ll show you exactly what happens when I’ve had enough."

His hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. "Is that what you want?" His voice softened, but the threat lingered.