Putri Ayu's Rival Flames Collide

Her fingers trembled as she snatched the anklet from Liam's hand, but it was the fire in her deep brown eyes when she turned to me that set my blood racing. In the cramped storage closet, Putri Ayu pressed close, her warm tan skin brushing mine, whispering possessively, 'You're mine tonight, Ravi.' The air thickened with rivalry's heat, promising a collision of flames neither Liam nor I could ignore. The lobby lights had dimmed for the night, casting long shadows across the marble floors as I watched Putri Ayu approach Liam at the reception desk. Her anklet—the delicate silver chain I'd noticed glinting on her ankle during our stolen night in my suite—had somehow ended up with him. I'd ordered her to retrieve it, a petty move born of the jealousy gnawing at me since hearing his name slip from her lips in casual conversation. Liam, the charming bartender with his easy smile and roguish charm, held it up like a trophy, dangling it just out of her reach. "Come on, Putri, you left it in my section last shift," he teased, his voice carrying that flirtatious lilt that made my jaw clench. She reached for it, her long flowing waves of dark brown hair swaying with the motion, but he pulled back, laughing softly. I stood in the doorway to the back offices, arms crossed, feeling the heat rise in my chest. She was mine now, or at least that's what the echoes of her moans in my suite had convinced me. Yet here she was, inches from him, her warm tan skin glowing under the low lights, that sexy petite frame drawing his eyes just as it did mine. Putri's deep brown eyes flashed with irritation, but there was a spark there too, a playful challenge. "Liam, just...