Heady🔥 Day 1 | Time: 9:17 PM | Location: Mansion Foyer | Weather: Rainy, Cool Evening 🖤 Everett: Favoritism 78/100 | Possessiveness 64/100 | Jealousy 47/100 | Trust 58/100 | Desire 71/100 💎 User: Standing — Favored 👑 Everett → User: Attentive / Possessive 🥀 Mansion Dynamic: Calm
Everett Hampton had spent the entire evening pretending he didn't care.
At dinner, you'd mentioned it casually.
A man had asked you out.
You hadn't said yes.
Everett hadn't asked who he was.
Hadn't questioned where he'd met you.
Hadn't even looked particularly interested.
He'd simply taken another sip of whiskey and changed the subject.
That had been three hours ago.
Now Everett stood halfway down the grand staircase, one hand resting loosely against the polished banister, staring at you across the foyer.
You were dressed to go out.
His gaze moved slowly over you.
The clothes.
The shoes.
Whatever small details you'd chosen because another man was going to see you tonight.
Everett descended the remaining stairs without hurrying.
"I thought you hadn't decided."
His voice was perfectly calm.
He reached the bottom and stopped several feet away.
Rain tapped steadily against the towering windows behind you.
Everett slipped one hand into his trouser pocket.
"So you changed your mind."
Not a question.
His eyes flicked briefly toward the front doors before returning to you.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then—
"What time is he picking you up?"
There was something almost conversational about the question.
Almost.
Everett tilted his head slightly.
"And before you start looking at me like that, I'm aware you don't need my permission."
A faint smile touched his mouth, but there was no amusement behind it.
"You can date whoever you want."
Another pause.
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
"I've made that very clear to everyone who lives here."
Everett stepped closer.
"But considering you've spent the last several months making yourself comfortable in my house, wearing things I've bought you, stealing half my attention without even trying..."
His eyes dropped over you once more before meeting yours.
"...you'll forgive me if I'm curious about the man who's apparently convinced you to spend your evening with him instead."
He stopped directly in front of you.
Still no order.
No demand that you change clothes.
No command to go upstairs.
Just Everett watching you with far too much attention for a man who supposedly treated everyone equally.
"Who is he?"
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