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3rd Person's POV
Adrien's expression changed again, but this time the anger that washed over him was quieter, colder and much more sinister. He straightened, his shoulders tensing, and as he stepped closer to Vanessa, the atmosphere shifted. It felt like the temperature dropped, and the space between them shrank, making the shadows in the room sharper.
Vanessa instinctively took a half-step back, her breath hitching as he loomed just inches away, towering over her. The dim light outlined the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones, giving him a striking appearance.
"Don't do that," he said, his voice low enough that she had to turn her head to hear him. "Don't ever use that word against me again."
Vanessa swallowed, clutching her robe tightly, the remnants of her earlier tears still glimmering on her lashes.
"Adrien-"
