recarp
Benjamin was standing by the dresser, his back slightly hunched as he unscrewed a small bottle. His fingers moved with routine precision—this wasn't new. He took out two pills and swallowed them dry, no hesitation, as though he'd done this a thousand times.
My stomach twisted. The euphoria of our moments crashed into reality. He was still sick. Still fighting. And I had been so caught up in our passion that I forgot he was battling something deeper than either of us had spoken aloud.
Without thinking, I walked toward him, barefoot on the cold floor.
He turned as soon as he heard my steps.
"Erica," he said gently, almost like a warning, "I told you I was coming."
"No," I said softly
Dennis's POV
His car rolled to a stop before the towering walls of the Stridha Mansion. The gates loomed, heavy and formidable.
He honked once.
A uniformed guard approached cautiously. Dennis rolled down the window and held out his ID.
"I'm here to see Mr. Stridha. Kindly open the gate."
