Leah's POV
Finn kept his silence, a rare occurrence that only deepened the enigma that surrounded him. The more time I spent with him, the more his mysteries unfolded, like shadows weaving around him. It was as if something dark and heavy, invisible to the eye, ensnared him. I desperately wanted to help lift that burden, but the 'how' eluded me, plunging me into sadness.
Reaching out to grab his hand, he took a deliberate step back, evading my touch. "Finn, you know you can share anything with me,” I said softly, my heart pounding with every word.
His face darkened, and his voice dropped to a whisper, "Leah, I don’t want to talk about it right now."
“Finn, I understand, but the tattoo on your chest...” I whispered, my curiosity tipping the balance.
He erupted in anger, his voice thun
