The airport buzzed with activity, passengers rushing past, luggage rolling, announcements echoing through the terminal. Adrian stood near the check-in counter, watching Isabella move with her usual graceful efficiency, a small suitcase in tow. The looming business trip meant days—possibly weeks—apart, and the tension in his chest was almost physical.
“You don’t have to go,” he said softly, stepping closer, voice low, vulnerable despite his usual composure.
Isabella glanced up at him, her green eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. “I do,” she replied, though her tone carried a hesitation she could barely conceal. “It’s important… for the project, for my career. And you know that.”
Adrian ran a hand through his hair, frustrated and longing all at once. “Important doesn’t mean it can
