Fabrizio’s POV
The moment she turned her back on me, something twisted inside my chest. The tension between us had been building all morning, her defiance simmering just beneath the surface. I could feel it in the way she spoke to me, in the sharp edge to her voice as she demanded more. More than I could give her right now.
But what did she expect? I wasn’t the kind of man who handed out reassurances. I wasn’t built for that. My world didn’t work that way.
Still, the way she looked at me, the way her eyes flashed with frustration when I said she was mine—it clawed at something deep inside me. A part of me wanted to give her what she was asking for, to offer her the certainty she seemed so desperate for. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
I watched her as she stood by the door, her back stiff, h
