Tabitha’s POV
The weight of Fabrizio’s words lingered long after he left the room. His possessiveness, the way he claimed me with just a few short sentences, left my heart racing and my thoughts tangled. But it also left me unsettled.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about him. There was something so raw and intense about Fabrizio, something that drew me in even when I wanted to keep my distance. But what did that mean for me? For us? Was there even an “us”?
I wandered to the window, staring out into the morning light, my chest heavy with questions I didn’t dare voice out loud. Part of me wanted to run—to leave this intensity behind. I barely knew Fabrizio, and yet he had this effect on me, like every time he was near, I lost a little bit of control over myself.
But another part of me—the pa
