Mason Graves
“Now, what did you want to talk about?” I asked gently, my voice carrying a weight that matched the tension in the air. Serena’s presence felt like a storm waiting to break—she was brimming with something, but I wasn’t sure if it was fear or desire, confusion or clarity. All I knew was that we couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer. The silence between us had stretched too long, leaving us both in a place where words could no longer be postponed.
Her gaze flickered around the room before resting on me, her eyes full of hesitation. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. It wasn’t unusual for her to be lost for words when something was weighing heavily on her, but tonight felt different. There was something sharper in her eyes—a conflict that was much deeper
