Marcello’s POV
The call with Vincenzo ended with the sharp click of a man who had run out of patience. I set the phone down slowly, my fingers still on the surface.
*Good*
I wanted him to be angry, Anger makes men reckless and reckless men make mistakes.
There was no time to dwell on Vincenzo’s empty threats. There was something, someone far more pressing on my mind.
Lyra.
I needed to go see her, I needed to make her see that I was the one for her. I needed to make her mine.
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Lyra’s POV
The air felt thick around me, the tension in Marcello's gaze as he spoke. His words were like daggers, sharp and unforgiving. Yet, despite the sharpness of his tone, there was an undeniable layer of vulnerability in his voice that I couldn’t ignore. I watched him, every fiber of my being focused
