Ava’s POV
We stepped into the bedroom. Door clicked shut behind us—sharp, final, like a lock snapping into place. The sound echoed in my ears, louder than it should have been. The room felt smaller and the air felt thicker. Heavy with everything unsaid.
Leon walked straight to the closet. His face carved from stone. Jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped under his skin. His eyes dark. Distant. No words. Not one syllable. Not even my name.
He yanked off his jacket. Dropped it on the chair like it burned his fingers. His shoulders stayed locked rigid. His muscles bunched hard under his shirt. His knuckles were still red from the fight. Swollen. Small cut on one finger oozed slow—fresh blood beading dark, glistening under the bedroom light.
I stood near the bed. My hands ice-cold, twisti
