Daylight Reveals Monsters

Chapter 6

Dianne woke up slowly.

Warm.

Heavy.

Secure.

For a few seconds, she didn’t remember where she was.

Then she felt it.

An arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Solid. Unmoving.

Rafael.

He wasn’t asleep.

She realized that the moment she shifted slightly and his grip tightened.

“You move too much,” he murmured against her hair.

“You’re awake.”

“I don’t sleep deeply.”

She turned slightly to look at him.

In daylight, Rafael Aragon looked different.

Less shadow.

More real.

But no less intense.

“You’re staring,” he said quietly.

“You’re watching me.”

“I always do.”

Her stomach flipped.

That shouldn’t feel intimate.

But it did.

“You don’t have surgery today,” he added.

Her brows furrowed. “How do you know that?”

“I checked.”

“Of course you did.”

A faint smirk touched his lips.

He brushed his thumb lightly over her hip, almost absentmindedly, like he was reassuring himself she was still there.

“You’re not going to work,” he said.

“I am.”

“No.”

She pulled back slightly. “You don’t control my job.”

His eyes darkened, not angrily — but possessively.

“You were attacked last night.”

“And I’m fine.”

“That’s not the point.”

She sat up now, sheets wrapped around her.

“You can’t lock me inside this house.”

His jaw tightened.

“I could.”

Silence.

He wasn’t joking.

That realization hit her chest like a weight.

“You won’t,” she said carefully.

His gaze softened — slightly.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “I won’t.”

Because he knew if he did, she would fight him.

And he didn’t want her afraid of him.

He reached for her hand instead.

“You go to work,” he said calmly. “But you don’t leave alone. You don’t walk anywhere unguarded. And you answer when I call.”

“That sounds like control.”

“It sounds like survival.”

She exhaled.

This was the reality.

Being with Rafael meant living in his world.

And his world was dangerous.

⸻

By noon, Dianne understood just how dangerous.

She had just finished checking on a patient when she heard raised voices in the hospital lobby.

Not normal hospital frustration.

Something sharper.

Intentional.

She stepped toward the glass railing overlooking the main floor.

And froze.

Rafael stood near the entrance.

Not alone.

Across from him was a man she recognized from the news — Senator Esteban Villareal.

Powerful.

Untouchable.

And furious.

“You think you can embarrass me publicly?” the senator snapped.

Rafael’s posture was relaxed.

Too relaxed.

“You embarrass yourself,” Rafael replied evenly.

The tension in the room was suffocating.

Hospital staff stood frozen.

Dianne’s pulse raced.

She moved quickly toward the elevator.

By the time she reached the lobby, voices were lower — but more dangerous.

“You involve yourself with a surgeon now?” the senator sneered. “That’s reckless, even for you.”

Rafael’s expression didn’t change.

But something in his eyes went cold.

“She’s not your concern.”

The senator laughed once. “Everything connected to you is my concern.”

That’s when Dianne stepped forward.

“Excuse me,” she said firmly.

Both men turned.

The senator’s eyes scanned her.

Assessing.

Calculating.

“So this is her.”

Rafael moved instantly.

Not aggressively.

But enough to stand slightly in front of her.

Shielding her.

Subtle.

Claiming.

“You don’t say her name,” Rafael said quietly.

The senator’s smile thinned. “You’re distracted.”

“And you’re overstepping.”

The air crackled.

Dianne felt it then — the shift.

This wasn’t political tension.

This was territory.

Power.

Threat.

The senator stepped closer.

“Be careful, Rafael,” he murmured. “You start protecting something soft… your enemies will test it.”

Rafael didn’t blink.

“They already did.”

The senator’s smile faded slightly.

“Then this will be interesting.”

He walked away.

But the threat lingered like smoke.

⸻

The hospital quieted slowly after that.

Dianne turned to Rafael.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing.”

His jaw flexed.

“He’s losing influence.”

“And that makes him dangerous?”

“Yes.”

She searched his face.

“Am I leverage now?”

His gaze snapped to hers.

“No.”

“You hesitated.”

“I was calculating.”

“That’s worse.”

Silence.

For the first time, she saw it clearly.

The darkness wasn’t just in rumors.

It was in the way he thought.

Strategic.

Cold.

Willing.

“Rafael,” she said softly, “what would you do if someone actually hurt me?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

That terrified her more than any quick response.

Finally, he stepped closer.

His voice dropped.

“I would make sure they never breathe easily again.”

No emotion.

Just certainty.

She swallowed.

“You don’t even hesitate.”

His eyes softened slightly as he looked at her.

“I hesitate with you,” he said quietly.

Her chest tightened.

“Everyone else?” she asked.

He didn’t respond.

Because she already knew.

And for the first time, Dianne truly understood:

Loving Rafael Aragon wouldn’t just mean passion.

It would mean war.

And someone powerful had just declared it.