Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most-Chapter 100: Your Whole Attention

The car glides through the city, a silent capsule. I sit back, a strange, tranquil lightness in my chest. A soft, private smile touches my lips.

Last night... I cried.

Hard.

The kind of crying that comes from a place so deep you forget how to breathe.

I don’t remember falling asleep. I only remember waking to the soft dawn light and the feel of Angel’s arm around me, holding me close like a precious, broken thing.

The front of his shirt stained with the saltwater evidence of my breakdown.

He held me all night.

He’d comforted me without a single question.

And now... I feel light. As if a stone I’ve been carrying in my chest since I got here finally cracked and dissolved.

I glance at Angel beside me. His gaze is fixed on the blur of the city outside the window, a quiet, beautiful profile.

A warm bloom of affection spreads through me.

My angel.

But the real, giddy flutter in my stomach is for something else.

Today, Deniz is coming back to work.

I feel happy.

The plan is already a perfect, glittering movie in my mind:

I’ll make him sit across from my desk. I’ll invent some crucial, utterly fabricated reason he needs to be there. And I’ll just... look at him.

All day. I’ll cancel every meeting, every business lunch, every tedious obligation. It will just be him, and me, and the quiet hum of the office.

The thought makes me want to giggle like a fool. I bite my lip to keep the sound in.

The car purrs to a stop. The guards open the doors. I step out into the crisp morning air, straightening my coat with a flourish.

The smile on my lips is real, anticipatory.

I stride into the gleaming lobby of the corporate tower, Angel a silent, comforting shadow a step behind. The workers bow and murmur greetings, but it’s all white noise.

My entire being is focused on one destination, one person.

We stop at the bank of elevators. Before I can press the button, hurried footsteps approach.

Ziya, the intern, beams at us.

"Good morning, sir!"

I give a curt, distracted nod. His attention shifts to Angel. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Good morning! The designer outfits for the shoot have arrived in the studio. We should do a fitting before we begin."

Angel smiles, polite and professional.

"Of course."

I turn to him, my smile softening into something real.

"Good luck with your day," I say, meaning it.

"Thank you," he replies, and lets Ziya lead him away.

I watch them go for a second, sending a silent wish into the universe that his day is wonderful. Then, I turn.

My turn.

I press the elevator call button. The doors slide open with a hushed sigh. I step inside, the plush interior smelling of lemony polish.

My finger stabs the button for my office floor. I shove my hands in my pockets, rocking impatiently on my heels as the numbers begin their slow, agonizing climb.

Come on, come on...

Ding.

The doors slide open. My smile is back, brilliant and eager.

I take a quick, eager step forward—

And collide with a solid, familiar wall of muscle and expensive wool.

My eyes fly wide. The scent hits me first—clean, dense, unmistakable amber wood, wrapping around me before I can even breathe.

I slowly, dreadfully, lift my gaze.

Moon Arden stands framed in the elevator doorway, blocking my exit completely.

He’s dressed in a suit that probably costs more than my old life, his blue eyes sharp and intent, fixed directly on me.

My beautiful, perfect, Deniz-filled day shatters on the polished floor. I can almost hear the glass breaking, piece by precious piece.

"Move aside. I want to go."

I say, trying to sidestep him, to slip past.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move. Instead, he takes a deliberate step forward, into the elevator.

My face floods with shock. I stumble back.

"Hey—!"

He takes another step. I retreat again, until my back hits the cold, mirrored wall of the lift.

The doors begin to slide shut behind him, sealing us in.

God. Not again.

Without even looking away from me, Moon’s hand shoots out behind him. He slaps the ’DOWN’ button.

The elevator gives a soft lurch, beginning its descent.

He takes one final, closing step, caging me against the wall.

The world shrinks to this moving box, his overwhelming presence, and the frantic, trapped beat of my own heart.

I stare at Moon. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. He just... locks me in place with that unsettling blue gaze.

My pulse riots beneath my skin, but I clamp down on it, forcing my breathing into order.

I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.

"What are you doing?" My voice is sharper than I intend.

He says nothing. His hand lifts, slow and deliberate, as if moving through water.

His fingertips brush my cheek, a touch that’s somehow both clinical and possessive.

A brand of attention I never asked for.

My eyes widen. I slap his hand away, the sound sharp in the enclosed space.

"Are you deaf?!"

Finally, he speaks. His voice is low, measured, completely at odds with the tension thrumming between us.

"You’re alright now."

I blink.

Alright?

"What?"

"Your fever," he says, as if stating a simple fact.

"It’s gone. You can go out with me."

My confusion is a solid, cold weight in my stomach.

"Go... out?"

"Yes." He’s utterly calm. "I didn’t eat breakfast. Let’s go out for breakfast."

"No." The word is instant, automatic.

He doesn’t react.

No annoyance, no argument.

Instead, he leans in.

Closer.

Our faces are a breath apart. If he moves another inch, our lips would touch. The air vanishes from my lungs.

He whispers, the words a soft, dangerous caress against my skin.

"We’re going."

His sharp eyes hold mine, unblinking, a hunter who has already decided the fate of his prey.

"I’m your precious cousin," he murmurs, the title sounding like a claim, not a relation.

"Your whole attention... should be on me."