Liora
He turned his back on me, the persistent knocking from outside echoing through the room, yet he paid it no attention. Instead, his focus remained entirely on me.
His hand came up slowly, almost cautiously, as his fingers cupped my face, warmed against my skin, and gently lifted my chin so I was forced to meet his gaze.
His thumb brushed across my cheek, wiping away the tears that had slipped down without me realizing, his touch surprisingly soft—so different from the tension that had filled the room moments ago.
His brows furrowed slightly, confusion and something deeper flickering in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice lower now, stripped of its earlier edge.
I swallowed, my chest tightening as I looked at him.
"You're angry," I murmured.
His gaze softened ju
