𝙹𝚊𝚊𝚗 : 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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▪︎Author's Pov▪︎

"Shiv." Her voice trembled softly, carrying an unspoken weight that made him stop in his tracks. He turned to her, a teary smile breaking through the storm of emotions swirling in his chest. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them and pulled her into a tight embrace.

His arms wrapped around her as if he could shield her from every hurt, every sorrow. It wasn't just a hug—it was a lifeline. She clung to him just as fiercely, her arms circling his torso, her head finding its place against his chest. His chin rested lightly on her head, grounding them both in the quiet comfort of the moment.

Their eyes slipped shut, shutting out the world, as if the only thing that mattered was the feel of each other's presence. In that stillness, in that fragile silence, they breathed again. Together, they felt whole—alive.

"I thought I lost you." he whispered, his voice breaking, raw with the weight of everything he'd been holding in.

"You never did." she replied, her voice muffled but steady, carrying a truth that wrapped around his heart like a balm.

They stood there, tangled in each other's arms, letting the silence speak louder than words ever could. Every heartbeat they shared, every tear they shed, stitched together the pieces of what had been broken. Neither wanted to let go, not yet—not when this moment felt like the only thing keeping them from falling apart again.

The silence that followed their embrace was shattered by the sound of footsteps. Their heads turned instinctively toward the door, and in an instant, the warmth of the moment dissipated.

Amaira froze, her breath caught in her throat, as her gaze landed on the two figures now standing before her. Her father, Salvatore Romano, and her brother, Alessandro Romano. Their presence alone sent a chill through the room, but the look in their eyes—cold, unrelenting, and filled with fury—made her heart sink.

"Papa..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Big Brother." The words barely made it out as she tried to steady herself, but the weight of their anger was suffocating.

Salvatore's glare was like a dagger piercing through her. His lips curled in disdain as he took a step closer. "I never expected this from you, Principessa." he spat, his tone dripping with disappointment and fury.

Before she could explain, before she could utter a word, his hand struck her face. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room, and Amaira stumbled back in shock. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched her cheek, but before her father could do more, Ashvik stepped forward.

In an instant, Ashvik positioned himself in front of her, shielding her with his body. His eyes locked with Salvatore's, unwavering and defiant. "Don't touch her." he said, his voice low but steady, his love for Amaira giving him strength.

Amaira, shaking, stepped to the side, her hands trembling as she tried to defuse the situation. "I'm sorry." she murmured, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions. Tears spilled freely now, and the sight of her so broken only seemed to enrage Alessandro further.

"We don't expect apologies," Alessandro said coldly, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. "And you—step aside." His eyes shifted to Ashvik, narrowing into a deadly glare.