Seraphina’s POV
The mountains are too quiet
That is the first thing I notice when I wake
No traffic
No distant sirens
No low hum of a city that never truly sleeps
Just wind brushing against stone, and the faint creak of old wood settling into the cold
The estate is beautiful in a way that feels deliberate
White walls
Tall windows
Snow stretching endlessly beyond the balcony
It looks like safety
It feels like a cage
I sit up slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders
For a moment I let myself pretend this is a vacation, that Alessio is downstairs speaking to someone in that calm dangerous voice of his, that at any second he will walk in and tell me breakfast is ready
But the silence remains
Heavy
Unmoving
He really sent me away
The memory of last night replay
