ログイン~CAMILLA~The silence between us stretches even after I take a seat across Lucas.He is still looking at me, his expression unreadable, and for one terrible moment, I wonder if I've made a mistake by bringing up the kiss.I shift in my seat, clasping my hands together to keep myself from fidgeting. “Why are you doing this to us?”His eyebrows draw together slightly. “Doing what?”“This.” I gesture helplessly between us. “The distance. The way you barely look at me anymore unless you're explaining something, and how every conversation feels like we're both trying so hard not to say the wrong thing.”His expression changes, and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.“Did I do something wrong?” I ask quietly. “Camilla, no.” His response comes immediately. “You haven't done anything wrong.”“Then why does it feel like you're trying to push me away again?” I ask, remembering the first time he gave me distance too.He looks down at his hands, and the sight of hi
~CAMILLA~I kissed Lucas.I actually kissed Lucas.The realization keeps repeating itself in my head as I stare at him, my lips still tingling from the kiss we just shared.I don't know which part is more unbelievable: the fact that I kissed the man I've been secretly falling in love with, or the fact that he kissed me back.And, God, did I enjoy it.I enjoyed the warmth of his lips against mine, the way his fingers held mine against his cheek, and the tenderness with which he looked at me before our mouths met.I enjoyed how naturally I leaned into him, as though some part of me had been waiting for that moment long before either of us dared to acknowledge it.And the most embarrassing part? I wanted more.Even after we pulled apart, even as I looked into his eyes and realized what we'd just done, a part of me wanted to close the distance again.I wanted to kiss him until I forgot every reason I shouldn't want him.I wanted to know what it would feel like to be
~LUCAS~I'm having a trauma triggered panic attack in the presence of Camilla.My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears.I can't stop shaking.The room feels smaller, the air heavier, and the rain outside seems to be growing louder with every passing second."Lucas?"Camilla's voice reaches me from somewhere far away.I can't answer. I can't even look at her.My arms wrap around my body, my hands gripping my upper arms as though I can somehow hold myself together by force.Another crack of thunder makes me flinch violently."Lucas?"She's beside me now. I can see her moving in the corner of my vision, but I can't make myself focus on her."Lucas, look at me."I try…. I swear I try, but all I can see is my mother standing in the rain.All I can hear is the storm that swallowed the last moments of her life.My breathing becomes more erratic, each attempt to draw air leaving me more frightened than the last, and feeling like the terrified boy
~LUCAS~By Thursday evening, Camilla and I are more than determined to prepare for her next exam.She is sitting across from me at the table, surrounded by her notes, textbooks, and the color-coded flashcards she's prepared for her third paper.Her first two examinations were on Monday and Tuesday, and I still haven't forgotten what happened after she finished writing them.On Monday evening, I was reviewing some case notes when my doorbell rang.I'd barely opened the door before Camilla came flying into my apartment."Lucas!"I had just enough time to recognize her face before she threw her arms around me and practically jumped against my body.I stumbled backward, catching her instinctively before either of us could lose our balance."Whoa! Camilla!""I did it!"She was laughing so hard that I could barely understand her."Did what?" I ask."I wrote my paper! And I knew the answers!" She pulled back just enough to look at me, her face glowing with excitement. "L
~CAMILLA~"Marcella Nico?"The moment Lucas's eyes widen, I realize what I've done.Oh, God.What have I just done?For a second, I forget how to breathe. I can only stare at him, watching the surprise on his face slowly give way to suspicion as he leans forward."How do you know her?" he asks. "Camilla, what exactly do you know about Marcella Nico?"My heart pounds against my ribs.I have never been particularly good at hiding things from people who know me well, and judging by the way Lucas is looking at me, he is already beginning to suspect that there's more to my question than simple curiosity.I force myself to smile. "Know her? I don't know her personally.""Then how did you know her name?" He asks."Well..." I look down briefly, pretending to think. "I came across her on Instagram once. I remember seeing her pictures, and I was surprised by how much she looked like me. I thought it was such an unusual resemblance that I remembered her name."It's a lie.
~LUCAS~“That's when I decided I would study law,” I pause, and her eyes meet mine. "I wanted to understand the system that had failed him. I wanted to know how to fight back against people who believed they could take advantage of someone simply because that person was poor, grieving, or didn't have anybody powerful standing behind them."My voice steadies as I speak."I couldn't save my uncle, and I couldn't undo what happened to him. But I could make sure I never stood helplessly by while somebody else was denied justice because they couldn't afford to fight for it."Camilla watches me with an expression I struggle to interpret."So I started working." I shrug, attempting to make the next part sound less difficult than it was. "I took whatever jobs I could find. Cleaning, deliveries, helping out at shops, carrying goods for people who needed an extra pair of hands. If somebody was willing to pay me for honest work, I did it for three years.”"For three years?" she asks softly."For
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap
Alessandro stands in the middle of his father’s office, tall and impassive, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins prominent, tattoos peeking at his wrists. The room is thick with tension.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sits







