~CELINE~
The moment the door closed behind us, the air changed. It was thick with something I couldn't quite name – tension, desire, anger – maybe all three. My entire body felt wound tight, like a string ready to snap at any moment. The run had awakened something in me, something primal that refused to be ignored any longer.
Ragnar moved ahead of me, his back rigid, muscles taut beneath his clothing. I could see the way his shoulders tensed with each step, could smell the conflict rolling off him in waves. One moment he'd been protective during our run, the next he was pushing me away with cold words and harder looks.
"I want to know more about these nightmares," he said without turning around, his voice a low growl that sent unexpected shivers down my spine.
I stopped walking, my fin
