Vivian couldn’t shake the weight of Ethan’s presence no matter how hard she tried. Every look, every word, every stolen moment between them felt like an invisible force pushing her closer to the edge of a dangerous abyss.
She knew she should be stronger, that she should fight harder against whatever this was. But deep inside, she was already losing the battle.
That evening, as she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, her reflection showed a woman who was struggling with something she couldn't name. Her fingertips ghosted over her lips, still tingling from the way Ethan had looked at her that morning. It was ridiculous how much power he had over her, and yet, she wasn’t running away. Not really.
A sharp knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat. No on
