Vivian’s pov ;
Asher’s grip was firm as he led me back to our room, his hand still holding mine tightly, almost possessively.
His silence was as heavy as his earlier outburst, and I could only watch him, worry knotting in my chest.
Once we were inside the room, he closed the door, pulled me close, and held me tightly against him. I could feel his heartbeat, quick and uneven, almost as if something inside him was fighting to break free.
His arms around me were both a comfort and a cage, and I couldn’t tell which he needed more—my presence, or just someone to hold on to.
Then, without a word, he let go, leaving me standing there as he walked toward the bathroom, his footsteps almost heavy with whatever turmoil he was keeping locked up.
I barely caught a glimpse of his face before h
