~Tiara
The drive home was quiet, the tension between us thick. Giovanni’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his jaw clenched, as if he was holding back words he wanted to say. I kept my gaze out the window, watching the city lights blur past, my mind spinning with everything that had happened at the club.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, I reached for the car door handle, but before I could open it, Giovanni was already there. He pulled the door open for me, his expression unreadable.
I blinked, caught off guard. This wasn’t like him.
"Uh… thanks," I muttered, stepping out.
He didn’t respond, just nodded slightly before shoving his hands into his pockets. I hesitated for a second, then turned and walked inside.
The moment I stepped into the house, I was greeted
