Aria’s POVWhen Kian walked in, something felt... off.There was a stiffness in his movement, like he was trying too hard to appear normal. His smile was gentle and warm, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Still, I brushed it off. Maybe he was just tired.Dinner was already set, and as we sat, I noticed how he ate… slowly, awkwardly. His right hand trembled slightly every time he tried to lift his fork, and he winced.My brows furrowed.Why was he acting like that? It was then I spotted it.The faintest patch of red seeping through his white shirt sleeve.My heart dropped, eyes wide. “Kian?” I whispered. “You're injured. What happened to your hand?”He paused, eyes flicking up like he’d been caught. “It’s nothing,” he said quickly, too quickly. “Just a small scratch.”“That’s a lie,” I said, my voice rising with panic. “You’re bleeding, Kian! What happened?”“Aria,” he said gently, “calm down. It’s not that serious—”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” My voice cracked. “Can't you see that you'r
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