LOGINDahlia’s POVIn my mind, I could see him reaching out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch would be warm, gentle at first, but his gaze would say something else—something deeper. I imagined him tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him. My heart would be pounding so hard I’d swear he could hear it.Then, without a single word, he’d lean down and kiss me. It wouldn’t be soft. It would be hungry, like he’d been holding back for too long. His lips would move against mine with a rough kind of passion that made my knees weak. I’d feel the desk pressing against my lower back as he pushed me gently but firmly against it, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.The kiss would deepen, slow at first, then hotter. I’d feel his breath against my lips, his hand sliding up my back, his fingers curling in my hair. My hands would move without thinking, grabbing onto his shirt, feeling the warmth of his sk
Dahlia’s POVWe sat there for a while, our feet dipped in the pool as the warm water rippled around our ankles. The sky above us had started turning orange and pink, the sun slowly dipping toward the horizon. It was peaceful, the kind of moment that made you forget everything else for a while.“I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed,” I said softly, watching the sunlight dance on the water.Andrea smiled at me. “That’s how it’s supposed to be. Life’s too short to spend it worrying all the time.”Her words made me think of everything that had happened since the attack—the fear, the training, the sleepless nights. But now, sitting by the pool with her, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time—normal.I turned to her and smiled. “Thanks, Andrea.”“For what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“For being here,” I said honestly. “I didn’t realize how much I missed having a friend.”Her smile softened, and she nudged my arm again. “Well, now you’ve got me. And tomorrow, we’re g
Dahlia’s POVAndrea had been living with us for almost a week now, and somehow, her presence had changed the whole atmosphere in the house. The place didn’t feel as quiet or heavy anymore. There was laughter echoing down the halls now—hers and mine. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed having someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t constantly serious or thinking about security and responsibilities.Andrea was so full of life. She talked fast, laughed loud, and had this way of pulling me out of my own head without even trying. She was effortlessly beautiful too—her long dark hair always shining, her smile easy and bright. Even though she was Luca’s cousin, she felt more like a best friend to me. We spent almost every moment together since she arrived.Sometimes we would sit in the garden with tea and pastries, gossiping about random things like the way the guards never smiled or how Luca always looked like he was in a photoshoot even when he was just reading emails. Other times, she wo
Dahlia’s POVHe didn’t talk much, just the occasional hum or the clink of his spoon as he stirred his coffee. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable though. It was… nice. Safe. I felt my chest tighten a little at that thought. For a long time, I had eaten breakfast alone, in silence. But now, sitting across from him—even if we weren’t talking—it felt different. It felt like I wasn’t alone anymore.I took a sip of my tea, pretending to study the steam rising from it while sneaking another glance at him. His lips moved slightly as he read something, and when he frowned, I noticed the small line that appeared between his eyebrows. My stomach flipped again, and I quickly looked down at my plate, hoping he didn’t notice me staring.But then, like he could sense it, Luca looked up from his tablet. Our eyes met for just a second—long enough for my heart to skip a beat. His dark eyes seemed to hold mine, curious, steady. I panicked a little and looked away immediately, pretending to foc
Dahlia’s POVIt had been a week since the attack, and every day since then felt like I was slowly finding my footing again. The memory of that afternoon still came back to me sometimes—especially when things got too quiet—but now, instead of freezing in fear, I used that memory as motivation. I refused to ever feel that helpless again. That’s why I threw myself into my self-defense training with Bjorn.The first few days were rough. My body wasn’t used to all that movement. Every muscle ached, every stretch burned, and my arms shook every time I tried to block or punch. I’d go to bed sore and exhausted, but no matter how much it hurt, I showed up again the next day. Bjorn wasn’t the type to go easy on anyone. He was this tall, serious man with broad shoulders and a voice that could make you straighten up even when you were half-dead from training. But he was good at what he did. He didn’t just bark orders—he explained why each move mattered, why I had to react fast, why I had to trust
Dahlia’s POVHe didn’t say anything as he walked around the room, his movements calm but purposeful. The scent of his cologne—clean and warm with a faint hint of spice—mixed with the soft smell of soap, filling the air around me. I heard him open a drawer and pull something out, then the quiet sound of a bottle cap twisting open. I frowned and lifted my head a little to see what he was doing.A moment later, he came to my side of the bed. “Sit up,” he said quietly. His voice wasn’t demanding—it was steady, firm, and gentle at the same time.I blinked up at him, a little confused. “Why?” I asked softly. My voice came out small, almost uncertain.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just waited, his eyes meeting mine. There was something in his gaze that made me obey without thinking. I sat up slowly, my blanket pooling around my waist, and that’s when I saw the sma







