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Dahlia's POV

The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains blocking out most of the daylight. It was stifling, filled with an oppressive silence that pressed down on me. I sat upright in bed, my back propped up by pillows, feeling trapped and restless.

The room seemed to close in on me, the air thick with unspoken tension. Ares sat in the corner of my room, his presence a constant irritant. He had volunteered to stay with me for two weeks after saving me from drowning, but I couldn’t stand him.

I hated him. I wanted him out of my room, and life, and I was so sure that the only way to do that was to frustrate him.

He sat with his eyes closed, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. His posture was too rigid, too controlled. He looked annoyingly composed, his chiseled features relaxed in a way that made him seem almost serene.

Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked, which only fueled my annoyance. I hated the way his presence affected me, the way his calm demeanor