As I turned to leave, my heart raced with a mix of anger and regret. I was done with this game, done with being tossed around like a piece on a chessboard. I took a step toward the door, feeling the cool breeze wafting in from the night, but Dante’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Rosella,” he called, his tone a mixture of desperation and determination. “Don’t go.”
I hesitated, torn between my resolve and the undeniable connection that crackled in the air between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the magnetic pull drawing me back, even as my instincts screamed for me to escape.
“Let me go, Dante,” I replied, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to sound strong. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m tired of being manipulated.”
He stepped closer, closing the distance betw
