Tabitha’s POV
The silence between us felt suffocating, his words still hanging in the air like a challenge. “You’re mine.”
I wanted to laugh, but the knot tightening in my chest wouldn’t let me. Mine. What did that even mean? We barely knew each other. We shared one night—one intense, overwhelming night—but that didn’t make me his. I wasn’t some possession he could just claim.
I clenched my fists, the frustration boiling beneath my skin. Fabrizio was standing so close, his dark eyes watching me, expecting me to just accept what he’d said and let everything slide. But I wasn’t going to do that. I couldn’t.
“I’m not yours,” I said quietly, though my voice wavered with the effort to keep calm. “You don’t get to decide that.”
Fabrizio’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening as he took
