First Person's Perspective
~ Enise~
After Marcus's confrontation, I felt as though I couldn’t breathe properly until I locked myself in my bedroom. His words played on a loop in my mind. The way he looked at me—like he could see straight through my facade—was unnerving. The contempt in his voice, the subtle threat beneath his calm exterior, all of it told me one thing: Marcus was dangerous. He might not have proof yet, but he was too close for comfort.
The hours dragged on, and I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm the storm of anxiety swirling inside me. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Denise?" Lucas’s voice was soft, almost hesitant.
I considered ignoring him, pretending to be asleep, but the second knock wa
