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45 - THE CALL

Penulis: Krystal Key
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-09 18:10:26

AIDEN'S POV

The hospital was too quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that brought peace—but the kind that coiled around your throat, suffocating you with an unease you couldn't quite place. It had been hours since Cheryl was admitted, but I still hadn't left. I couldn’t. The thought of her waking up alone in this sterile, impersonal room made my stomach turn.

I sat beside her bed, arms resting on my knees, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin hospital blanket. Stable. That’s what the doctors said. But I had seen the blood, the way her fingers had trembled when she reached for me, the unfocused glaze in her eyes before she passed out in my arms.

Stable didn't fucking cut it.

I exhaled sharply and dragged a hand down my face. My head was pounding, exhaustion pressing against the edges of my consciousness, but I refused to close my eyes. The moment I did, I’d see the crash again—the twisted wreck of her car, the glass littering the pavement, the sheer fucking terror tha
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  • The Roomie Complex   154 - DISTANCE

    Cheryl’s POVWhen I woke up, the bed was cold.I reached out instinctively, hand dragging across the empty space where Aiden should’ve been. My heart sank before my eyes even opened. I didn’t need to look around to know he was gone. I could feel the absence of him in the silence, in the way the air had shifted—thicker, heavier, lonelier.He’d actually done it. He’d slept in the guest room.I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything from the night before. Every word. Every look. Every step I’d taken that had led us to this moment.I’d messed up.Bad.And now, the man who once held me like I was made of something rare and unbreakable wouldn’t even share the same room with me.I sat up slowly, my body sore in places that had nothing to do with muscle. My chest ached. My head felt like it had been packed with cotton. And my heart—well, it wasn’t just cracked. It was crumbling under the weight of my own stupidity.I should’ve listened to him.I should’ve asked more

  • The Roomie Complex   153 - SWEET

    Aiden’s POVI didn’t sleep.I lay on the guest room bed, staring at the ceiling while dawn crept through the blinds like judgment, striping the room with pale slashes of light. The silence was unbearable. Worse than gunfire. Worse than any wound I’d taken in the field.Because this one was self-inflicted.And it was Cheryl.She had looked at me with those wide, broken eyes last night, like I’d reached into her chest and pulled her heart out. And maybe I had. I didn’t know anymore. I just knew if I stayed in that room with her—if I lay next to her with her scent on the pillows and her warmth beside me—I’d cave. And I couldn’t cave. Not this time.Because she nearly got herself killed.And worse, she didn’t even realize it.I rolled out of bed and rubbed the back of my neck, my muscles tense from the floor of emotion I’d shoved myself into. Anger. Betrayal. Panic. Regret. All of it swirling in my gut like acid.I’d told her to stay away from Filippe. I didn’t say it for fun. I didn’t sa

  • The Roomie Complex   152 - DISAPPOINTMENT

    (Cheryl’s POV)The car ride back to the villa was so quiet it screamed.Aiden didn’t say a word. His grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, eyes fixed on the dark Florentine road like he was holding himself together with sheer force of will. The only sound was the occasional screech of tires whenever he made a turn too hard, too fast.I didn’t know whether to speak or stay silent.But my guilt—God, it sat on my chest like an anvil.I’d messed up. Badly.He came for me. Guns blazing. Storming a room full of dangerous men just to pull me out. He saved me. Again. And I—I had walked right into the lion’s mouth because I didn’t listen. Because I was too proud. Because I thought I was capable of protecting myself in a world I didn’t fully understand.“Aiden…” I started softly.“Don’t,” he said sharply, voice like a blade.I sank deeper into my seat, my hand automatically sliding over my stomach. The baby didn’t kick, but I could almost feel its stillness mirroring mine. It was like the three

  • The Roomie Complex   151 - LORENZO

    (Aiden’s POV)I pressed the muzzle of my gun harder into the man's back as we made our way through the opulent courtyard. Warm lights spilled from the villa’s windows, casting dancing shadows against the ancient stone walls. Somewhere inside, people were still laughing, still drinking. Still oblivious.But I wasn’t here for any of them.“Walk faster,” I muttered.“I-I didn’t know, man,” the guard stammered, half-pleading. “They don’t tell us who’s coming or going. I’m just paid to—”“Shut up,” I snapped. “Where’s Filippe?”“In the main hall. The, uh… party’s still going on.”Of course it is.I tightened my grip around his shoulder and yanked him through the side entrance. Plush carpets, marble floors, velvet-draped walls—the place was decked out like royalty lived here. But underneath the grandeur, I smelled rot. Not literal decay. Something worse. Like the perfume of sin and silk covering up the stench of blood money.I moved fast, ducking behind columns and cutting through the serv

  • The Roomie Complex   150 - EYE FOR AN EYE

    Aiden's POVThe house was too quiet.Aiden knew that kind of silence. It wasn’t the soft, peaceful quiet that lulled him to sleep on normal nights beside Cheryl. No, this was the eerie, unnatural kind that pressed on your chest and made your gut twist before your mind caught up. His steps echoed a little too loud as he walked into the house, calling her name. She wasn't beside him when his eyes accidentally popped open and he wanted to reach for her to pull her into his arms the way he usually did when he craved her warmth. Maybe she had woken to get something to drink, she could've woken him up.“Cheryl?” he called again, louder now, eyes scanning the living room.Nothing.He moved through the rooms quickly—bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. The book she’d been reading earlier lay facedown on the patio chair, her tea untouched. Her phone, her shoes, and even her purse were still intact, nothing appeared to missing well except - her. The clock on the wall ticked away like a taunt.Aiden stil

  • The Roomie Complex   149 - MIGHT GO TO MEXICO

    Cheryl’s POV“I don’t understand,” I whispered, my fingers trembling against the satin napkin crumpled in my lap.Filippe’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes sharpened like knives drawn from velvet. “I know,” he said, almost kindly. “You weren’t supposed to—not until tonight. You don't know how glad I am, that you came here alone”He leaned back in his chair, folding one leg over the other, his fingers steepled against his lips in thought. Candles flickered across his high cheekbones, casting long shadows behind him. Around the room, the others had returned to their seats, murmuring in low tones, eating again as if nothing had happened. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that the real dinner had already begun—and I was on the plate.“I want to go home,” I said, standing slowly. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”Filippe tilted his head, a slow, pitying smile curling his lips. “Ah, Cheryl. But you did come. And you stayed. You drank our welcome. You broke bread with us. Th

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