CHRISTIAN
The drive home felt longer than usual. Every red light was another moment for my thoughts to spiral, another reminder of the weight pressing down on my chest. Isabella had been ignoring me all day. And I let her. I let her because I didn’t know how to fix what I had broken.
The memory of last night still clung to me like a second skin—the feel of her lips against mine, the way her body trembled beneath my touch. And then the sharp, painful reminder of her injuries. The guilt was suffocating, twisting like a vice around my ribs. I had almost lost control. Almost let myself take more than I should have, more than she could handle in her current state. That fear had sent me straight to the cold shower, trying to wash away the fire that refused to be extinguished.
And today? Toda
