~Tiara
The moment Giovianni left, the air in the room changed. The suffocating tension that always wrapped itself around me when he was near loosened, but it didn’t disappear. It stayed, lingering in the corners, pressing against my chest like an unbearable weight.
I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door he had just walked out of. He’d been… different. Ever since Antonio’s accident, Giovianni had been unusually nice to me. No sharp remarks, no cold stares, no possessive behavior. Just silence and forced politeness. And that terrified me more than anything.
But none of that mattered right now.
I turned away from the door and walked straight to the bathroom, my legs feeling heavier with each step. The second I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it, pressing my
