Illyana's POV
We climbed the stairs to my apartment, the silence broken only by the sound of our footsteps echoing on the worn stone steps. My apartment, usually a haven of peace and solitude, now felt like a trap, the silence heavy with the weight of unspoken threats, the shadows lengthening in the dim glow of the streetlights that filtered through the windows.
Alessandro followed me inside, his gaze sweeping over the small space, taking in every detail, his presence filling the room with a sense of both security and danger. He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze never leaving me, his expression a mixture of concern and something else, something I couldn't decipher.
"Just pack what you need for a few days," he said, his voice a low grumble that brok
