Chapter Forty-Seven
The air in Stefan's office felt thicker than usual, the tension between us like an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. I stood there, still reeling from his words, trying to steady my breath. The promise, or perhaps the threat, he'd left hanging in the air had shaken me to my core. His touch, though soft, had felt like an anchor—one that sought to pull me into his world whether I wanted to go or not.
I had to escape, to clear my mind, but every time I thought about leaving, I felt like I was walking into a trap of my own making. The reality was simple: I was tangled in a web of my own fear and his manipulation. I was no longer sure who I was, who I had been before all of this. And the worst part? I didn’t know if I even wanted to fight it anymore.
As Stefan turned away, his back now facing me once again, I watched him for a moment, that same cold expression settling over him as he gazed out the windows. He was a man of contradictions: ruthless yet controlli
