To say that Emyr had never felt more pissed was an understatement.
He threw the crystal glass of wine in his hand in the direction of the wall making it break and crash against it before staining the cream wall in a deep red colour.
A growl of frustration left his lips as he tugged at the roots of his hair for a moment.
"Having a bad day?" He heard someone saying from behind him, making him turn towards the entrance of his room where he found Ilaria standing against the door.
His eyes widened.
"Ria..." he breathed, taking in her form after weeks of going without being able to see her. "You're back." He whispered.
Ilaria smiled, her curly hair framing her face, slightly longer than before as they touched her collarbones softly. Her lips were painted in their usual violet and her
