Let's Play In My Room

Let's Play In My Room
The door swung open again.

“In fact, come here,” Adolphus bellowed.

Before Seraphina could react, he was already on her, swift and forceful. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, struggling instinctively, her fists pounding against his chest.

“Put me down!” she spat, writhing against his grip.

Adolphus didn’t even flinch. If anything, her resistance seemed to amuse him.

“You had your chance to jump,” he mused, carrying her effortlessly toward the massive bed in the center of the room. “Now, you’ll stay exactly where I want you.”

She thrashed harder, but his hold was unyielding. “You can’t just—“

“Shut up,” he growled.

Adolphus didn’t just toss her onto the bed—he carried her straight out of her room.

“Put me down!” Seraphina shrieked, pounding at his chest, but he didn’t even slow his stride.

The halls blurred past her in a rush of torchlight and shadows, the distant murmurs of wolves filling the silence. She twisted in his grip, trying to kick, but her injured leg sent a sharp pain up her thigh. She bit back a curse.

Adolphus pushed through a heavy wooden door and strode into his room.

It was darker, warmer than hers—more lived-in. A large, fur-lined bed dominated the space, a fire crackling in the hearth. Weapons lined the walls, gleaming in the dim light. The scent of him—spiced cedar, musk, and something wilder—clung to the air.

He set her down on the edge of the bed with almost jarring gentleness.

“Sit,” he commanded.

She glared up at him, gripping the sheets. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Adolphus just smirked, leaning down until his face was dangerously close to hers. “You looked like you were about to do something stupid. So I figured I’d give you a better way to spend your time.”

Seraphina crossed her arms. “Like what? Stabbing you?”

He chuckled. “Tempting. But no.” He straightened, eyes gleaming. “We’re going to play a game.”

Her brows shot up. “A game?”

“Yes.” He stepped back, arms folding over his chest. “Since you’re so determined to resist me, let’s make it interesting.”

Seraphina narrowed her eyes. “What kind of game?”

Adolphus’ smirk deepened. “Something simple. We take turns asking each other questions. But there’s a catch—if you refuse to answer, you have to do whatever the other person says.”

Her stomach flipped. “That’s not a game. That’s a trap.”

“It’s only a trap if you have something to hide.” He tilted his head. “Or are you too much of a coward to play?”

Seraphina bristled. “Fine. But I go first.”

His grin widened. “Bold. I like it.” He gestured. “Ask away, Butterfly.”

She inhaled sharply, mind racing. If she played this right, she might learn something useful. Something about him, about this place, about how the hell to escape.

She met his gaze, fire burning in her veins.

“Why do you really want me here, Adolphus?”