Roxxane's POV
I've been indoors for two days staring at the same four walls, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.
The door opens and Canan walks in with some food he managed to sneak from the cafeteria. Again. He's been doing this multiple times a day. It's the only way I can eat without risking exposure. He glances at me, probably trying to gauge my mental state after two days of being locked in here like a caged animal.
I frown at whatever he's holding. "I'm not eating that."
"It's breakfast—"
"I'm tired of eating crumbs, Canan. I need something decent."
I’m sorry Canan. I know I sound ungrateful. He's been risking his ass sneaking food for me multiple times a day, and here I am complaining about it. Canan exhales heavily, dropping the food on the table while he crashes onto
