Midnight Promises & Dangerous Obsessions
Hazel’s POV
After dinner, the penthouse grew quiet. But sleep didn’t come.
I stood at the bedroom door for a while, watching Alex through the glass wall of the home office. He sat behind his desk, head buried in his hands, the weight of everything still heavy in his posture.
I padded quietly into the room, barefoot, my oversized hoodie trailing at my thighs.
He looked up, startled—but when he saw me, he relaxed.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked softly.
I shook my head. “You neither?”
“No.”
There was a long silence. Then I stepped closer.
“Alex… did I disappoint you?”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
“That night at the party. The photos. Everything. I know you were angry… I just—I keep thinking maybe I wasn’t enough for you to trust me.”
He stood,
