FALLON
The room spins around me as if I’m caught in some twisted carousel ride, and I feel an overwhelming urge to retch.
I’ve been scared before, but this… this is sheer terror that grips me now - raw and primal. It’s survival instinct kicking in when everything else falls away when you’re cornered with no way out, and your entire world narrows down to one terrifying reality – I can’t breathe.
The bed sinks beneath us as they flank me, their hands anchoring my trembling form. Milo’s icy grip on my wrists is hard, his futile attempts to soothe me only causing my heart to pound harder against my chest. Leone’s hand slips under the curve of my neck, cradling my head with a deceptive gentleness that forces me to meet his gaze. His eyes are like an endless abyss swallowing me whole. His col
