JULIAN D'ARGENTO’S TURMOIL
Julian D'Argento stormed into his mansion, his footsteps echoing against the pristine marble floors. The house was eerily quiet, as if mirroring the emptiness he felt inside. He had been away for over two weeks, yet the familiarity of his home did little to soothe the turmoil within him.
After a long, scalding shower, he slipped into his silk robe and sat on the edge of his massive bed, running a hand through his damp hair. He should be relieved. He should be proud of himself for walking away, for resisting Leo’s plea. But why did it feel like he had just left behind a piece of his soul?
His mind replayed the scene—Leo, standing on that stage, eyes filled with longing and regret, his voice trembling yet unwavering as he confessed his love to the entire world.
