"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Beatrix :
I should have just taken the other option and driven off. It would've been reckless, sure, but at least I wouldn't be sitting here, trapped in this damn parking lot. Instead, I had to go and say, "I can wait," like some kind of fool. Now, I'm stuck, watching the minutes drag by while Ethan finishes his work, cursing my own patience.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, I finally stepped out of the car, hoping the crisp night air would ease my restlessness.
That’s when I heard it—multiple footsteps, firm and deliberate, cutting through the quiet.
I turned instinctively, my pulse spiking. Two men in suits were heading straight toward me. The older one moved with urgency, his strides purposeful, as if time itself was chasing him. The younger man followed closely, matching his pace with practiced precision.
For a split second, a cold dread settled in my chest. Were they coming for me?
But just as quickly as the thought surfaced, it dissolved. Without so much as a glance in my direction, they passed by, climbed into their sleek black car.
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"Sorry, are you bored?" Ethan calls out as he jogs toward me, breathless.
I shake my head. "No. Are you done?"
"Yeah, hop in." He slides into the driver’s seat, then nods toward the passenger side. "You can sit up front with me."
"Hmm?" I tilt my head, though I already know what he means. He doesn’t elaborate, just pushes the door open and gestures again. His face is slightly pale, his expression carefully guarded—like he’s trying to keep something buried beneath the surface.
Without another word, I slide into the seat beside him.
Ethan exhales, gripping the wheel.
"Sorry for dragging you into this." His smile is there, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
"It's okay. You're giving me a ride, so I appreciate it," I say, offering a small smile.
Ethan lets out a quiet laugh, but it fades quickly, swallowed by the silence that settles between us. His hands grip the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the road ahead, yet I can tell—he's not really here. His mind is somewhere else, drifting miles away.
Something’s off.
I steal a glance at him, noting the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders seem just a little too stiff. What’s going on with him? Has something happened?
"Ethan," I say softly.
No response.
I watch him for a second longer before trying again. "Ethan." This time, my voice is firmer.
