The air was thick with tension, the quiet before the storm. In the heart of the mansion, every corner seemed to hold its breath, as though the walls themselves could sense the impending collision. Valentina stood at the edge of the room, her back to the window that framed the dark night outside, the moonlight casting shadows that danced across her face.
Adrian was on the other side of the room, the space between them filled with unspoken words and a palpable weight. It had been days since the chaos of the ambush, the betrayal that still clung to the air like a toxic fog. The crackling silence between them was almost suffocating, the wounds both seen and unseen lingering like ghosts in the room.
She couldn’t look at him. Not after everything. Not after the promises, the lies, and the burn
