Mark pov
The clock on the wall seemed to mock me, each ticking an agonising reminder of the minutes slipping away. 21:35. Thirty-five minutes. Thirty-five minutes until Amrey arrived. I couldn't sit still. The small cabin felt even smaller as I paced back and forth, my boots thudding softly against the wooden floor.
What if this didn't work? What if she saw through my carefully constructed facade? Doubts gnawed at me, whispering insidious possibilities. But beneath the anxiety, a thrill of anticipation surged. This was it. Tonight, everything could change.
21:50. Fifteen minutes. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to appear nonchalant. I had rehearsed what I would say, and how I would act, but now, with the moment so close, the words seemed hollow, the actions forced. I wanted to be g
