Joanne stumbled away, her legs trembling like leaves in the wind, desperate to escape Zane's piercing gaze. She leaned against the cold hallway wall for what felt like an eternity, the frigid air clawing its way through the surface and wrapping around her like an icy shroud.
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion—what was she even waiting for?
Zane was the epitome of control—aloof, unyielding, and forever out of reach, no matter how hard she tried to bridge the gap.
Time and again, she had felt like she was just within reach, only to find her fingers closing around nothing but the cold, unyielding void.
She closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her bag. Her heart leapt into her throat as she scrambled to grab it, her fingers trembling with ant
