"Why?"
The man's voice was low and heavy, filled with unspoken emotions.
Lily looked up, locking eyes with him. His gaze was intense, the storm of emotions within those eyes palpable.
She was caught off guard, instinctively trying to break free from his grip on her wrist. "What do you mean, why?" she snapped, her confusion and frustration evident.
But his grip only tightened.
Unable to break free, she lifted her head in defiance, meeting his gaze. His long, thick lashes cast shadows over his eyes, and the tension in the room grew unbearable.
"It was you, but why…" He trailed off, his voice carrying a question she couldn't understand.
"But it shouldn't have been me," Lily retorted, her voice edged with frustration.
Her anger flared as the memories of the past swept through her. She
