The weight of the night pressed against me like a suffocating shroud, the silence in the room thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. My heart still echoed with the memory of the shot, the reverberation of gunfire etched into my senses.
Yet Rafael’s presence in my room brought a different kind of heaviness, one that tangled my thoughts and made my pulse unsteady. He had followed me, as he always did, lingering just out of reach, his every step tonight filled with a purpose I could not ignore.
I paced the length of my room, my fingers trailing along the velvet curtains that swayed gently in the breeze, the soft rustle a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. When I finally turned to face him, I found him standing by the door, his broad shoulders slightly slumped, his hands
