Alessia's POV
The next day….
I stood there, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The last time I saw Dante, it was all fire and fury, an explosive collision of feelings and actions. But today, as I stepped into his office, everything felt like a cold, suffocating air, filled with the uncertainty of my own emotions. I wasn't sure what to expect from him. But one thing was for certain: I needed answers.
Dante leaned against his chair, his back facing me, the broad set of his shoulders rigid as if he was waiting for me to make the first move. And that's exactly what I did. I wasn't going to let him control this moment.
"Dante," I said, my voice steady but sharp, the kind of controlled anger I had spent far too much time practicing in the past few days.
He didn't move. His back remained to me, but I could see his muscles tensed, his posture telling me that he already knew what was coming.
