*Roanne's POV*
I could feel the weight of Michael's gaze, piercing through the haze of my flustered state. His brow arched in concern. "Roanne, are you quite alright? You seem... agitated. I thought this was what you wanted, to expose him."
The words swirled around me, a mix of suspicion and care that I wasn't sure how to take. "I'm fine," I assured him, striving for nonchalance, but my voice betrayed a tremor. My focus sharpened on him, his presence both intimidated and compelled me.
"Because if something is ok, or you are not sure..." he ventured, a step closer into my personal space, his warmth encroaching on my cool facade.
"Really, Michael," I cut him off, perhaps too sharply. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. “This is my mission, one of the two ones, the only one
