Falling for my Saviour의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Aria’s POV I woke up with the same tight feeling in my chest I’d gone to sleep with. It had been creeping in since yesterday’s verdict, since that hug, since the way his whole body softened against me like he didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t want to think about it, but every time I blinked, it was there. That warmth. That weight. That moment where I realized he wasn’t as untouchable as he pretended. I kept replaying the look in his eyes when the judge said he was free. Relief mixed with something else I didn’t really understand. Something almost… grateful. Something that felt too close to hope. I tried to shake it off when I got out of bed. I took a shower, changed, brushed my hair, all the normal things. But the second I stepped outside my room and walked into the main living space, I felt it again. That strange awareness that settled right under my ribs whenever he was nearby. He was standing near the grand table, talking to Christiano and Ethan. Papers were scatter

Aria I woke up to the feeling of warmth pressed along my back, the kind of warmth that sinks into your bones before your mind even remembers where you are. It felt gentle at first, like the heat rising from sun-touched sheets, but then I noticed the weight draped across my waist. It was a solid arm, heavy and strong, holding me the way someone holds something they’re scared to lose even in sleep. For a moment I stayed still, letting myself take in the peace of it, the steady breathing behind me, the softness of the sheets tangled around our legs, the way his chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm that brushed against my shoulder. My body felt different too. Not sore in a painful way, but in that quiet afterglow that settles once the chaos fades and the world feels like it finally stopped spinning. Every breath carried the reminder of last night, When I finally blinked my eyes open, the room looked softer somehow, like it had been washed in a new color, one I hadn’t seen in a very

Aria I sat on the balcony outside the bedroom, knees pulled close, my thoughts running ahead of me in a way I couldn’t slow down. The view stretched far into the distance, calm and wide, but none of it reached me. My mind was somewhere else entirely, somewhere darker, somewhere I never talked about because every time I tried, the memories slipped through my fingers like sand that didn’t want to be held. I kept thinking about family, about the idea of belonging to people who would search for you if you vanished, people who would tear the world apart if someone took you. I tried to imagine what that felt like and realized I couldn’t. I didn’t know if anyone had ever searched for me a day in my life. The thought made my chest tighten in that slow, silent way that didn’t show on my face but always made my throat ache. The memories came back in flashes, small pieces, never the full picture. Standing outside a small house I barely remembered, the front door open behind me, v

Damien The moment we stepped inside the house, I felt something . Her perfume was still on my jacket, warm and soft from the night, and when she walked ahead of me, I couldn’t think straight. I watched her take two steps into the foyer, the soft sway of her dress still echoing the rhythm of the gala, the faint glow of the city lights brushing over her skin. She turned as if she felt me looking, and before she could say a word, I moved. My hand slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back into my chest. Her breath caught lightly, and the sound went straight through me. I lowered my mouth to her neck, let my lips brush her skin slowly, deliberately, and felt her melt just enough to make my pulse jump. “Damien…” she whispered, but she didn’t finish her sentence. Her voice broke into a soft exhale, and she leaned closer instead of away. I turned her around carefully, not in a hurry, just giving myself time to take her in. The dress she wore had been tested all night by my

Damien I spent the next hour pacing my office like the floor itself was refusing to stay still, every step making the room feel smaller than it had ever been. The walls felt tighter. The furniture felt louder. Even the ticking from the thermostat on the far wall sounded like it was counting down to something I wasn’t prepared for. Knox had told me nothing over the phone except that one line, and ever since I hung up, something cold had settled under my ribs, like someone slipped ice beneath my skin and left it there to melt slowly. I tried to sit. My leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. I tried to read something on my desk. The words didn’t make sense. I even tried to breathe normally. My lungs didn’t listen. By the time the door finally opened, I wasn’t sure if I wanted answers or silence. Christiano stepped in first, his expression controlled but tight, eyes moving quickly across my face as if he was trying to measure how close I was to breaking. He didn’t speak, but the way he stood