ADRIANO'S POV~
She stood there.
Frozen.
Like a porcelain doll—beautiful, fragile... and completely terrified.
I should’ve looked away. Should’ve softened the expression in my eyes. But I couldn’t.
The weight of the blood on my hands… it always sat differently in my chest. And tonight, it hadn’t settled. It was still boiling. Still there.
Her eyes… those goddamn doe eyes that always held fire and mischief were wide now. Drenched in fear. She wasn’t looking at me like I was the man who made her coffee at 3 a.m. or kissed her bare shoulder while she read. No. She looked at me like I was the monster under her bed.
I felt it. The distance growing in our relationship.
But I kept my face blank, jaw tight, eyes locked on hers.
I didn’t dare blink.
She wasn’t supposed to see me like this
