Semua Bab The Disgraced Biker Princess as His Mafia Pet : Bab 51 - Bab 52

Lena's POV A heavy, suffocating stillness lingered in the room, thick with the dark ghost of his past. My heart pounded against my ribs, aching for the little boy in those fading photographs who had been forced to hide under his bed while his world shattered around him. A dozen questions burned on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to ask him how he survived after she left, how he managed to breathe in this house filled with his father’s cruel memory, and how he had carried such a devastating weight on his shoulders all these years without breaking entirely. But as I looked at the sharp, rigid line of his jaw and the hollow stillness in his dark eyes, I checked myself. I pulled back from the precipice, paralyzed by the fear of invading his privacy, terrified that poking further into his deepest wounds would ruin the fragile sanctuary we had somehow built in this quiet room. I took a soft, steadying breath and looked back down at the album, desperately searching for a safer shore.