BIANCA’S POVRoberto Grimani.My brain refused to catch up with my eyes.He stood a few feet behind me, his hands in his coat pockets, and his dark hair slightly damp like he’d been pacing outside for a while. His expression wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hard either.“What the fuck are you here for?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. He didn’t respond immediately. He closed the distance between us and pulled me into a tight hug. I struggled to move out of his grip but he didn’t let me. “Let go, Grimani,” I sneered. He finally pulled away, his eyes on me like he was scared I’d disappear if he blinked. His gaze softened, just for a fraction of a second, before the steel returned.“I came as soon as I heard,” he said quietly, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.”I scoffed, brushing past him, every part of me burning with hate and resentment for him. “You think showing up now fixes anything? You weren’t here when I needed help.”“I know,” h
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