{Third Person}
Torin had been interesting to her at first.
Taking him from Amara had been satisfying in a way she hadn't expected. It wasn't just about him—it had been about winning, about proving something, and about taking what had once belonged to someone else and making it hers.
And she had done that so easily. But now, the excitement had faded.
Torin was attentive, always available, always willing to adjust himself around her. He rarely pushed back, and when he did, it never lasted. He gave in too quickly, softened too easily.
At first, it had been convenient, but now, it felt predictable.
Lila tilted her head slightly as she looked at her reflection again, this time with a more critical eye.
"The Caldwell name isn't something just anyone fits into," she said quietly.
Her tone wasn't emotional; it was practical.
Torin came from a decent, respectable, comfortable background. But it wasn't enough for her, and what she had grown up with.
