CAMILLE
The atmosphere in the kitchen was stifling the moment Ethan walked in. I could feel the walls closing in around me, and all I wanted to do was escape. My instinct kicked in, and I tried to bolt out of the kitchen, but Ethan was faster, blocking my path with a casual yet deliberate stance that made my pulse race.
"Can you let me go?" I asked, my voice trembling, but trying to sound assertive. I attempted to move around him, but he shook his head, stepping forward. His eyes locked onto mine, sending a clear message that he had no intention of letting me leave.
Frustrated, I took a few steps back, desperate to create some distance between us. It became clear that he wasn’t going to budge, so I reluctantly stood my ground. Maybe, I thought, if I let him speak, if I hear whatever it
