Ch 30: Luca De Santis

I'm drifting somewhere between sleep and waking, the sheets tangled around my legs. The room is warm, and the silence feels thick, heavy with the early hour.Then I hear it. The bathroom door opens. Soft footsteps pad across the marble. I feel the mattress dip as he sits on the edge of the bed.I open my eyes. Silas is sitting there, his back to me, his shoulders wound tight like a coiled spring. The shower is still running, water pounding against the tiles like a warning drum, but he's not in it. He's just... sitting here. Staring at nothing. Steam drifts through the open door, curling around his damp skin, but he looks entirely cold.I just watch him for a moment before I sit up, reaching out. My hand touches his bare back. He flinches."Silas... Is everything alright?"He turns. His face is a mask, but his eyes—his eyes tell a different story. I've seen that look before. The look of a man holding something devastating back. The look of a man about to deliver bad news."I have to go

Ch 31: Luca De Santis

The house is quiet. Too quiet. I haven't seen Silas since yesterday. I've been pacing the bedroom for hours, like a caged animal. I've rearranged the nightstand three times. I've even folded the clothes Silas left on the chair—something I never do, smoothing out the dark fabric just to have an excuse to touch something that belongs to him.I'm bored and restless. My skin feels tight, itching with anticipation. I'm counting the seconds until he comes back. I don't know what to do with myself. I hate the waiting. I hate the silence.I change the sheets. I don't know why. They're not dirty, but I need something to do to burn off this frantic energy. I strip the bed, wrestle with the heavy corners of the mattress, and smooth out the fresh wrinkles. I step back, breathing a little heavier. It looks perfect.I shower. The water is hot, punishingly hot. I stand under it for too long and let it scald my skin, letting the steam fill the massive glass. I think about him. I think about the dark,

Ch 32: Luca De Santis

I don't answer. I don't know what to say to that level of dominance. I just turn in his arms to face him. He's already looking at me, his eyes dark and satisfied."Buenos dias, beautiful," he says. "That's how you wake me up?" I ask, my voice still raspy, half-laughing despite the mess between us.He kisses my forehead and nuzzles deeply into my hair. "I wanted to say goodbye properly.""You have a strange fucking way of saying goodbye."We lie there for a moment, the quiet returning to the room, though my heart is still racing."You're going today," I say softly.He's silent. That's how I know I'm right."Si. In the evening," he finally admits. "I have things to handle this morning.""How long will you be gone?" I ask, dread pooling in my stomach."Two, maybe three weeks," he says, his voice flat. "It might take longer."I nearly jump out of bed, the post-orgasm haze instantly vanishing. "That's too long," I say, my voice rising. "I can't be alone here for that long.""You won't be

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