LOGINAriana’s POVMorning crept into the apartment like an uninvited guest, pale light slanting through the blinds, illuminating dust motes that floated lazily in the air. I sat at the table, staring at the mug of coffee I hadn’t touched, my thoughts circling like restless birds.Daniel’s car was gone. His silence stretched on. And Nathan’s words, his expression, that flicker of guilt in his eyes—they clung to me harder than Daniel’s absence.I wasn’t sure which unsettled me more: the enemy I could see or the friend I wasn’t certain I could trust.Luca joined me, his hair damp from the shower, a towel draped over his shoulders. He leaned down, pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and murmured, “You didn’t sleep.”I shook my head, eyes fixed on the dark swirl of coffee. “Every time I closed my eyes, I felt… watched. Not just by him. By everything.”Luca slid into the chair beside me, his presence a steady anchor. His hand brushed against mine on the table, warm and grounding. “Then we face
Ariana’s POVThe following morning felt different. Not lighter—heavier, somehow. As though the silence Daniel left behind had seeped into the walls and anchored itself in the corners of the room.I woke to the faint hum of the city outside, Luca still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist. For a moment, I allowed myself to stay there, soaking in the warmth of him, the steadiness that had become my lifeline.But the unease wouldn’t let me linger. I slipped from the bed, padded barefoot to the window, and pulled the curtain back. The street below was empty. No black car. No Daniel.You’d think that would bring relief. Instead, dread coiled in my stomach. By the time Luca joined me in the kitchen, Vanessa was already awake, perched at the table with her cigarette and coffee. Nathan stood by the counter, scrolling through his phone with that permanent frown etched on his face.“Anything?” Luca asked him.Nathan shook his head. “No sign of him since last night. No movement on hi
Ariana’s POVThe city air felt colder than it should have as I stood facing Daniel on the street. Every sound seemed amplified—the hum of traffic, the buzz of a neon sign across the block, the faint scrape of a pigeon’s wings against brick.But beneath it all was silence. A silence so sharp it cut into my bones. Daniel’s eyes held mine, steady, calculating. The smile he wore was polite, practiced. But I knew better than anyone what lived behind that smile.“You look tired,” he said finally, his voice smooth as silk. “Are they keeping you up at night?”“They,” of course, meant Luca.My chest tightened. But I refused to look away. “I sleep better now than I ever did with you.”For the briefest moment, a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. But it was gone almost instantly, replaced by calm amusement.Luca shifted at my side, his grip on my hand like steel. “You should leave, Daniel.”Daniel’s gaze slid to him, slow and deliberate. “Ah, the prodigal lover. Still playing hero, I see.” Hi
Ariana’s POVSleep was a stranger that night. Even with Luca’s arms around me, the image of that black car below the window kept me wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined Daniel’s gaze cutting through the glass, watching me breathe, cataloguing my every move.By dawn, my body was heavy with exhaustion, but my mind was restless, alert. I padded to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at my reflection in the mirror.For a moment, I didn’t recognize her—the woman staring back. Shadows under her eyes, hair loose, shoulders stiff with strain. She looked like someone caught between two worlds: the woman Daniel once molded, and the one slowly clawing her way out.I whispered to the mirror, barely audible. “Who am I now?”The question hung in the air like smoke, unanswered.By the time I stepped into the kitchen, Vanessa was already there, her legs crossed on the counter, sipping black coffee as though it were champagne.“You look like death warmed over,” she
Ariana’s POVThe morning was gray, a dull wash of light across the city, but I could feel him even before I saw him.Daniel. His car was still parked on the street below, sleek, black, polished to perfection. The kind of car that didn’t just sit—it watched.Nathan had been right. He hadn’t left. He had stayed the entire night. Waiting.I stood at the window, hidden behind the curtain, my coffee cooling in my hands. From up here, I couldn’t see his face, but I knew his posture by heart. Straight, still, composed. A predator conserving energy before the strike.The memory of his knock still rattled in my bones.Vanessa came up behind me, her robe tied loosely, her cigarette already lit despite the hour. “He’s still out there?”I nodded. She exhaled smoke through her nose. “Persistent bastard.”Nathan joined us, his voice clipped, sharp. “He’s making a statement. He wants Ariana to feel trapped even in her own walls.”It was working. My skin itched. My stomach tightened. Every sip of cof
Ariana’s POVThe apartment was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. Daniel’s voice still lingered in the air like smoke, his threat curling around my lungs, making it hard to breathe. No one moved. Luca stood closest to the door, his frame blocking it completely, like a wall of muscle and fury. Nathan edged toward the window, checking the street below as if Daniel might have backup waiting. Vanessa, of course, lit another cigarette, her eyes sharp with both fear and defiance. But me—I was frozen.Every cell in my body screamed not to open that door. And yet, some part of me—the part that had been conditioned for years—ached to obey, to let him in, to soothe the storm before it began.I dug my nails into my palms until I felt pain. No. Not anymore.Daniel’s knock came again, quieter this time. Almost patient. “Ari,” he said, his voice smooth, steady, the kind he always used when he wanted to reel me back in. “You’ve been confused. I understand. Let me explain.”







