Wrong time - Brando De Sanctis

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Gia's pov:

As my father's tirade continued, I felt a sense of detachment wash over me. I was numb, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. I couldn't take this anymore.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. My father's face was inches from mine, his breath hot on my skin. "You're going to regret this, Gia," he hissed, before turning on his heel and storming back into the mansion.

I was left standing alone in the darkness, my heart racing and my face throbbing. I knew I had to get out of there, to escape the toxic world that was suffocating me.

As I turned to make my way back to the mansion, I saw Brando watching me from the window. His eyes locked onto mine.

For a moment, I considered running, fleeing from the mansion and the toxic world that came with it. But something held me back. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was uncertainty. Whatever it was, I couldn't bring myself to move.

Brando's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to reach out to me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes locked, the connection between us crackling like electricity.

But I didn't move. I didn't run. I just stood there, trapped in a world that wasn't mine, with no clear escape in sight.

Brando's face was a mask of concern, his eyes pleading with me to do something, anything. But I just shook my head, a silent message that I wasn't ready to take that step.

And then, he was gone. The window was empty, the curtains falling back into place like a veil of secrecy.

I was left alone in the darkness, the only sound the distant music and laughter from inside the mansion.