Tabitha’s pov
The silence in the house feels heavier than it ever has before. It’s like a shadow, lurking in every corner, waiting for something to break. Fabrizio has always kept his business separate from me—always shielded me from the darker parts of his world—but lately, that wall between us has started to crack.
And I can feel it.
I stand by the window, staring out at the garden, trying to lose myself in the peaceful view, but my mind keeps drifting back to the tension in the air. Fabrizio has been distant since he came back. Not in the cold, calculated way he was before we got close, but in a way that feels… troubled. Like something’s weighing on him, something bigger than the usual business he deals with.
He’s still affectionate with me, still makes me feel like I’m the most imp
