Elara's eyes widened as she stared at the person who had suddenly grabbed her by the neck.
It was Adrian.
He pulled her fully into the room and closed the door behind her with a soft click. His fingers pressed tightly around her throat, not enough to crush, but just enough to make her breathing difficult.
He pushed her back against the wall, his silvery grey eyes dark and cold.
Elara grabbed his wrist with both hands. She tried to pull his hand away, but his strength was too much. Her feet barely touched the floor. She twisted her body, struggling with all her might, nails digging into his skin.
Adrian stared at her. His face stayed calm, but his grip on her neck tightened.
Elara's vision started to blur and she could already feel her lungs burning. After a while, she stopped fighting. She just looked at him calmly with an expressionless face, even as her chest ached for air.
