LOGINShe held his gaze, smiling softly as she asked once more who he would choose.The smile was gentle, almost tender, yet beneath it lay a quiet expectation that made Rowan’s chest tighten painfully. Her eyes never left his—not even for a second—as though she was bracing herself for the answer, as though she had already decided what it needed to be.Rowan remained silent.The seconds stretched unbearably long.His throat felt dry, his heart hammering so loudly he was certain she could hear it. His mind screamed at him to speak, to say something—anything—yet his body refused to obey. Every word he could form felt like a betrayal no matter which direction he turned. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling as though trying to anchor himself to reality.Then suddenly, as if the weight of the moment became too much, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug.It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t romantic.It was desperate.His arms wrapped around her firmly, hol
Before he could even finish his sentence, Elisa cut in.“There is a way.”Her voice was calm—too calm—cutting cleanly through the air before Rowan could complete his thought. The sudden interruption startled him, not because of its volume, but because of its certainty. The words carried no doubt, no hesitation, as though she had already reached a conclusion long before he ever voiced his concern.Eager to please her, desperate even, Rowan pulled away slowly, though not completely. One hand remained firm at her waist, anchoring her to him as if letting go entirely might make her disappear or change her mind. He looked down at her, searching her face, his brows drawn together with cautious curiosity.“What way?” he asked gently, his tone careful, encouraging. “What are you talking about?”But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the words that came out of her mouth.She spoke softly, almost childlike, her tone deceptively light, the contrast between her voice and the meaning of h
He thanked her, his voice soft but sincere, grabbing his briefcase from the chair beside the bed and turning toward the door as though everything had already been settled. The faint clink of the metal clasps echoed in the quiet room, a sound that usually meant finality, routine, separation.And then—A reminder struck Elisa like a sharp jolt of electricity.Her breath caught.Her heart skipped.Her assigned task.The deadline.Days—mere days—away, and she had done nothing. No progress. No leads. Nothing but fear and hesitation. The weight of it pressed down on her chest so suddenly she felt lightheaded.I can’t let him leave.Without thinking, without allowing herself time to second-guess or retreat, she called out, her voice sharper than she intended, tinged with urgency she couldn’t hide.“Rowan—wait.”He stopped mid-step.Turned.Looked at her.Her thoughts roamed wildly, spiraling, colliding with one another as her mind scrambled for a solution, any solution. And then it clicked—c
He held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his grip firm but trembling, as though she were the only thing anchoring him to the present. Elisa could feel the damp warmth of his tears against her skin, soaking slowly into the fabric of her nightgown, each silent tear carrying the weight of years he had never allowed himself to grieve. She said nothing. She didn’t dare interrupt that fragile moment, afraid that even a whisper might shatter him completely. So she remained still, her arms loosely around him, her breathing slow and measured, offering comfort through presence alone.Her mind, however, was anything but still.She felt his pain as if it were seeping into her own chest, tightening around her heart. She wondered how long he had been carrying this alone, how many nights he had spent haunted by guilt, by rage, by memories he could never undo. And despite everything—the fear, the tension, the heaviness—she didn’t pull away. Not yet.When she finally did begin t
Elisa sat up immediately.The movement was sudden, sharp, almost violent, the sheets rustling loudly in the darkness as thunder cracked somewhere beyond the walls. Her heart was already pounding before her mind could fully catch up with what she had just heard.“What…?” Her voice came out strained, breathless. “What did you just say?”She turned toward Rowan, eyes wide despite the lack of light, searching his face even though she could barely make it out. The storm outside flashed again, lightning briefly illuminating his profile—rigid, tense, unmoving.“Repeat that,” she said again, more firmly this time, though her hands were trembling where they clutched the blanket. “Rowan, I— I must have misheard you. Please. Say it again.”Silence.It stretched painfully between them, thick and suffocating. Rowan didn’t respond right away. He remained still, staring ahead, jaw tight, as though speaking another word might shatter something irreparably inside him.Elisa waited.She forced herself
The silence between them had grown teeth.It had stretched across days, thick and suffocating, settling into every corner of the villa like a fog that refused to lift. Rowan barely spoke to her. When he did, it was distant—polite in a way that hurt more than cruelty ever could. Elisa counted the days obsessively, each one tightening the knot in her chest as the deadline for her assigned task loomed closer with no progress to show for it.By the time night fell again, rain had already begun to pound against the villa with merciless force.The storm was relentless—heavy sheets of rain crashing against the windows, thunder growling low and deep as if the sky itself were angry. Elisa stood under the spray of the shower longer than necessary, letting the hot water scald her skin, hoping it might drown out the spiraling thoughts in her head.A week, she thought desperately. It’s already been a week.She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, her heart racing with a mixture of







