~Vivian~
I barely had time to react. The moment the door swung open, my heart leapt into my throat, my mind racing with all the worst possibilities. Was it Nathan? Had he come for me? My hands instinctively tightened around the edge of the bed, bracing for a confrontation.
Instead, it was Nico.
He stepped into the room like he owned it, his presence filling the space with a quiet, commanding power that made it impossible to look away. Dressed in his usual dark attire: black jeans, and a fitted shirt that clung to his muscular frame, he looked dangerous and unapologetically gorgeous. His sharp jawline was shadowed with stubble, his dark hair slightly tousled, as though he’d run here in a rush. And his eyes, those stormy, piercing eyes, locked onto mine with an intensity that made it har
