Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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As I walked outside with Julian, I felt the cool night air brush against my skin, a welcome change from the heavy atmosphere inside.
Julian stopped a few steps away, turning to face me, his expression softer but still carrying that edge of frustration.
"Camilla's just... like that," he said, shaking his head. "It's in her nature to be rude."
I crossed my arms, watching him for a moment. "I know. I'm not mad at you, Julian."
He looked at me, a flicker of relief crossing his face, but then his expression shifted, turning almost vulnerable.
"Then why are you leaving me for him?" His voice was barely above a whisper, and there was a weight to his words that caught me off guard.
I glanced up at him, studying his face, trying to make sense of the tension simmering between us. "I'm not leaving you, Julian," I replied quietly.
He held my gaze, as if searching for the truth in my words, and for a moment, it was just the two of us, everything else fading away.
There was something raw in his expression, something he was trying to keep hidden but couldn't quite mask.
Julian's eyes stayed locked on mine, the frustration and something else simmering just beneath the surface. I could feel his intensity, the way he was almost daring me to look away, but I didn't.
I wasn't going to back down, not when there was so much left unsaid between us.
"Then why does it feel like you are?" he said, voice low but tinged with a vulnerability I rarely saw from him. "Every time he's around, it's like I'm... I don't know. Like I'm not even there."
I sighed, feeling the weight of the past few weeks settling between us. "Julian, it's not about you. Ale... he just understands certain things, okay? Things I don't always feel like explaining."
"Yeah?" he replied, an edge to his tone. "And what's he got that I don't?"
I shook my head, struggling to put it into words. "It's not about what he has, Julian. It's just... sometimes I feel like I have to keep certain things from you. With him, I don't have to explain as much. He doesn't look at me like he's waiting for me to fall apart."
Julian's jaw tightened, and he looked away for a moment, as if he was processing my words. When he finally met my gaze again, his voice was quieter. "I'm not waiting for you to fall apart, Sabrina. I just want you to be real with me."
There was a pause, heavy with the tension between us, and I took a deep breath. "I am being real with you. Just... in a different way."
"Maybe that's what makes it hard," he murmured, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Seeing you with him, knowing he can just say one word and get you to walk away with him..."
