The tension from the confrontation at the bar lingered in the air like a dark cloud as Harrison and Amelia returned to his penthouse. The ride back was silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Amelia’s heart was still pounding from the fear and adrenaline, the memory of Langston’s smirk and Harrison’s anger replaying in her mind. She had made a reckless choice, one that could have cost her everything, and the reality of that decision was beginning to sink in.
As they entered the penthouse, Harrison shut the door behind them with a force that made Amelia jump. He stood there for a moment, his back to her, his shoulders tense. She could feel the anger radiating off him, but there was something else beneath it—a vulnerability, a fear that she hadn’t seen in him before.
“Harrison,” Amelia be
