I turned my head toward him; the silence was unbearable. “Sebastian,” I whispered, my voice calmer than I expected, “what are you hiding from me? I have a feeling… you know something I don’t.”
He didn’t answer right away. He clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the truth were written there. Finally, he exhaled, slowly and deeply. “There are things I can’t tell you. Not yet.”
His words stung, but his tone wasn’t cold; it was protective, almost desperate. I felt a tightness in my chest, torn between anger and something softer I didn’t want to name. Without thinking, I moved closer, brushing my shoulder against his. “You don’t have to tell me everything,” I murmured. “Just… don’t leave me alone in this. You said we’re together, right?”
Then he turned, his gaze met mine, and
