𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 - 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I opened my eyes to the sight of Rosaline, her delicate features relaxed in sleep. Her hair spilled across the pillow, and the faint rise and fall of her chest held a rhythm that pulled at something deep inside me. I couldn't disturb her—not yet.

Slipping out of bed, I showered, letting the cold water wash away any remnants of sleep. In the walk-in closet, I pulled on a black shirt, the tailored fabric molding to my frame, and paired it with sharp slacks. Before leaving, I sat at the desk, jotting down a note on a card I'd prepared the night before.

Drink water. Take these after breakfast.

I placed it on the nightstand, next to a glass of water and her medication. Leaning over, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment as her warmth seeped into me.

"Stay safe, amore mio," I whispered, though she didn't stir.

In the garage, the car roared to life under my hand. I pulled out my phone and dialed Marco.

"Boss," his voice came through immediately.

"Warehouse," I said curtly.

"I'm already there."

The drive to the warehouse was quiet, save for the hum of the engine. My mind turned cold as I focused on what needed to be done. When I arrived, Marco stood outside the steel doors, his expression grim but ready.

"They're inside," he said.

The air in the warehouse hung heavy, tinged with the smell of rust and old machinery. In the center of the room, Henry and Vincent sat slumped in their chairs, wrists bound tightly, their heads hanging low.

"Water," I ordered, my voice steady.

Marco hauled over a bucket, sloshing its contents over their heads. The sudden chill woke them with violent sputtering and coughing.

I crouched in front of them, meeting Henry's defiant glare and Vincent's fearful gaze. "Good morning," I said, my tone devoid of warmth.

Henry spat at the floor near my shoes. "You're wasting your time."