LOGINRyan didn't answer immediately. He looked at her before finally exhaling a sharp breath. "Sylvie, you should not worry about that right now. The point is, we have what we need." "Can you stop saying that?" Her voice came out more strained than she intended. "Stop telling me not to worry! Every time you say that, it only makes me worry more. It makes me feel like there’s another monster hiding in the dark that you’re not telling me about." Ryan’s eyes softened, the hard edge melting away for a fleeting moment. He walked toward her and reached out to cup her cheeks in his large, warm hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheekbones, grounding her. "I need you to really just relax," he said, his voice low "You have me. I told you I would handle this, and I am. Please, just trust me for a little longer." Sylvie stared into his eyes and eventually, she let out a jagged breath and nodded. She stepped away from his touch and walked into the living room, sinking onto the plush couch. S
Hours later, Ryan stood at the stove, one hand resting on the counter while the other stirred the pasta slowly, almost absentmindedly. The kitchen was quiet except for the soft bubbling of water and the faint clink of utensils against the pot. The smell of garlic and butter had already filled the space. He exhaled quietly, his mind not entirely on the food. Just then, he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder. Sylvie stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her eyes still heavy as she rubbed at one of them with the back of her hand. For a moment, he just watched her. "Hey," he said gently. "How was your nap?" She let her hand fall from her face and gave a small stretch, her voice still laced with sleep. "It was… fine. Surprisingly. I didn't think I'll even be able to close my eyes." There was something almost amusing in her tone, like even she hadn’t expected to rest that well. She wa
She powered the phone on. When the screen lit up, for a split second, nothing happened. Then, vibration. A sharp, aggressive buzzing in her palm. She flinched. It hummed relentlessly, like it had been waiting for this exact moment. Notifications began to pour in one after another. The screen filled so quickly she could barely read anything. Messages stacked on top of messages. Her hands started trembling almost immediately. Ryan’s grip tightened slightly around her free hand, steadying her, but he didn’t try to take the phone. At least not yet. Her eyes scanned the top of the screen. Liana. Dahlia. Mum. Dad. Zade. The names blurred together. Then she tapped Liana’s chat first. The messages were frantic. ~ Sylvie where are you?? Please answer your phone. You didn’t say anything before leaving. Are you safe? Sylvie I’m serious, just tell me you’re okay. ~ She scrolled upward. There were even more. Messages sent hours ago. Voice notes she hadn’t opened. Her throat tighte
The first thing Sylvie noticed when she woke up was the quiet. Her lashes fluttered open slowly. For a brief moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The ceiling above her wasn’t hers. The curtains weren’t hers. The faint scent in the air, wood, detergent, something subtly masculine wasn’t hers either. Then it all came back. Ryan, his house, the way she had fallen asleep with her cheek pressed against his chest. As she shifted slightly under the covers, she realized she had slept unexpectedly well. Her hand moved instinctively to the other side of the bed, it was empty. The sheets were cool too. She blinked at the space beside her, processing it. She realized Ryan was already up. She sat up slowly, pushing the duvet down to her waist. Morning light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet met the cool floor. She stretched slightly, shoulders rolling back, then stood as she slipped her feets into the hous
The mall lights were already glowing against the deepening evening when they pulled into the parking lot. It was one of those malls with glass front, automatic sliding doors, soft gold lighting. Ryan cut the engine and glanced at her. "You okay?" She nodded. "Yeah." He stepped out first, walking around the car to open her door. She noticed the way he automatically took most of the weight, always positioning himself between her and everything else. Inside, the mall hummed with life. It was almost six-thirty now, the early evening rush still alive but beginning to thin. Ryan slowed his steps so she could walk beside him. "Pick whatever you want," he said quietly. "Don’t worry about anything." She looked at him. "Ryan..." "I mean it." His voice was firm but soft. "Whatever it is at all that you need." She hesitated. "I can pay for some of it." He gave her a look, gentle, but unyielding. "No. You shouldn’t worry about that. Just… trust me. It’s not an issue." She swallowed and
For a few more suspended seconds, their foreheads rested against each other. Their breathing mingled in the narrow space between them. His thumb still lingered near her cheek, warm against skin.But then, the reality of the last twenty-four hours surged back into Sylvie’s mind. The abandonment, the panic, the tears shed on Liana’s shoulder, it all came rushing back, She pulled away suddenly creating a distance. Her eyes, which had moments ago softened with relief, began to shine with something else entirely. Tears. They gathered quickly, blurring her vision. "Why?" she demanded, her voice breaking before it could fully rise. "Why did you leave? How could you? You left me." Ryan froze. She stepped back further, shaking her head as if the sight of him standing there only made her more angry. "Do you have any idea what that did to me?" she asked fiercely. "Do you have any idea?""Sylvie, listen to me..." He instinctively reached for her hands, but she yanked them away from him.
The car ride felt longer than it actually was. And it was not because of traffic, or the distance, but because of the silence. Ryan sat beside Sylvie, with his posture controlled and his expression unreadable, trying, almost aggressively to be himself. The version of himself that existed before e
She got to her room and opened her laptop, the familiar soft click echoing in the quiet of her room. The screen lit up her face, but her eyes weren’t really seeing anything yet. For a few seconds, she simply stared at the desktop, the cursor blinking patiently as if waiting for her to decide what s
Ryan shook his head almost immediately. "There’s really no need, I've got it." he said, his voice calm but firm. "You should go back to your room." Sylvie didn’t answer. She didn’t even look at him at first. She simply took another step closer. Then another. He opened his mouth again, clear
Sylvie hovered near the cabinet where the first-aid kit was kept, her fingers brushing the edge of the drawer without opening it. She had already brought it out earlier, she placed it on the table, unopened, then thought better of it. The cold expression on Ryan's face didn't let her go close to h







