Aria’s POV
The silence between us had grown louder than any argument could. Though the conversation had long ceased, the tension hung in the air like a thick fog—heavy, suffocating, and unspoken. As I moved around the kitchen, quickly preparing a simple dinner, I caught glimpses of Klaus from the corner of my eye. He sat at the edge of the couch, fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee, his jaw tight, and eyes distant. Something was on his mind—something he hadn’t yet voiced.
We ate in silence. The clink of silverware against ceramic filled the void, each sound sharp and hollow. I couldn’t take it anymore.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" I said softly, placing my fork down. My voice was calm but resolute. "We’re mates, Klaus. If there’s a disagreement, we’re supposed t
