THALIA POVOn screen, I sleep alone.No tall silhouette in my doorway. No raspberry-scented cologne saturating the air. Just me, tangled in sheets, waiting for a violation that never came.I went to sleep wishing Carlos would visit, that he’d do the insane thing he did yesterday. I don’t know why I expect him to, or why I want him to, but I do. I fucking wish he’d come undone over my sleeping body again.The hope deflates the moment I open my eyes.I know he hasn’t come when the room doesn’t carry a whiff of his scent, but I still search for proof.After the gut-wrenching story in his office about the laboratory, Zara, and him growing up in an orphanage (I for fuck’s sake wasn’t expecting any of that—some rumor claimed he was the son of a crime lord), I know my loathsome vengeance has cracked, reached a breaking point I refuse to accept.So, I thought the gravity of his confession would pull him straight to my door in the dead of night, driven by his dark, possessive hunger he doesn’t
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