Sweat trickled down Romeo's forehead as he stood in the dim light of the gym, his fists connecting sharply with the swinging heavily filled sandbag in front of him. His breath coming out in short controlled bursts, each unforgiving punch an attempt to drown out the thoughts that plagued him. But alas, neither the pain of his bruised fists nor the relentless rhythm of his strikes could silence the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
It's been two weeks since that day at Finely Brassard's "modest" soiree, and Romeo was still finding it difficult to let it go. How could he? When he'd almost lost Aria due to his own incompetence, and he had to leave her safety to the one man he trusted the least with her, helpless as he watched him hold her so intimately, as if to proclaim to every one in the vicin
