NYQXEE’S POV
It’s been weeks since I arrived here, and life with Quennor has been nothing short of exhilarating. The days are filled with laughter, passion, and the kind of intimacy I never imagined I could have. Yet, beneath the surface of it all, there’s an itch I can’t scratch a nagging feeling that something’s off. That they’re all keeping something from me. I’ve searched through every memory, replayed every interaction, and even combed through the room Quennor and I now share, hoping to find a hint, a trace of whatever truth is being hidden. But nothing surfaces.
Lately, Quennor’s behavior has shifted. There’s a quiet tension in his voice, a flicker of distance in his eyes. Ismael and Vivian wear it too, the guilt. They smile, but it doesn’t reach their eyes. Their laughter soun
