Adrian POVThe city lights blur as I walk, my thoughts consumed by what comes next. Alessandro might be onto me, but that doesnโt matter. He can try to protect Sarah all he wants, but he canโt protect her from her mind. And once she starts questioning him, their relationship will begin to unravel.I have to be patient and play the long game. After all, love is a war, and Iโm not about to lose this battle.As I head home, the weight of my actions settles in my chest, but I push it aside. This isnโt about right or wrong anymore. This is about survival, about holding on to the one thing in this world that still makes sense to me.I'll do whatever it takes to win her back even if it means destroying everything in my path.And when the dust settles, sheโll see that Iโm the one whoโs always been there for her, the one who truly understands her. Sheโll come back to me. She has to.But until then, Iโll keep fanning the flames, waiting for the moment when everything comes crashing down around
Adrian POVI spend the rest of the evening attempting to drown out my thoughts with work and errands, but itโs futile. No matter what I do, my mind keeps circling back to Sarah. The way her brows furrowed when I spoke, the flicker of doubt in her eyes when I mentioned Alessandroโit replays in my head like a scene on repeat, and I wonder if sheโs feeling the same way. Conflicted. Uncertain. Questioning everything she thought she knew.Later that night, just as I settle into bed, my phone vibrates against the nightstand. I reach for it, my pulse quickening when I see her name flashing on the screen.Message from Sarah:Hi Adrian, thanks for reaching out. I appreciate it. Maybe we could grab that coffee sometime this week? I could use a friend right now. I'll let you know when I'm free.A slow smile forms as I read her words. This is exactly what I wanted. Sheโs reaching out, confiding in meโchoosing me. A small thrill of satisfaction courses through me. This is only the beginning, but i
Sarah POVThe warm sunlight filters through the cafรฉ window, casting a soft glow on the wooden table where I sit, my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold. The hum of conversations around me is nothing more than a distant murmur, drowned out by the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. The past few days have been an emotional whirlwind, ever since my last conversation with Adrian. His words, carefully chosen and deliberately placed, have been gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Doubts, the seeds he planted, have taken root, and I have been battling to keep them from growing wild.But I refuse to let them control me.I close my eyes briefly, inhaling the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, letting the warmth of the cafรฉ ground me. I have to focus focus on what truly matters. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrianโs words cloud my judgment, I wo
Sarah POVAs I approach, I force a smile, pushing down the flutter of nerves in my stomach. โHey.โHe looks up, his tense expression softening slightly. He stands, offering me a small, appreciative smile before taking my hand. โHey, Sarah. You look great.โโThanks,โ I say, squeezing his hand gently before slipping into my seat. โYou do too.โWe start with small talk how our days went, the usual pleasantries. Alessandro listens attentively, but I can tell heโs distracted. His eyes dart away every now and then, his fingers tapping lightly against the table, a sure sign that something is weighing on him.Determined to break through the surface-level conversation, I take a sip of water and lean in slightly. โSo,โ I begin, keeping my tone light, โhowโs work been lately? You seem a bit off.โHis jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think heโs going to brush it off. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. โItโs been busy. You know how it is.โ He pauses, then adds, โBut thatโs n
Sarah POVThe warm sunlight filters through the cafรฉ window, casting a soft glow on the wooden table where I sit, my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold. The hum of conversations around me is nothing more than a distant murmur, drowned out by the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. The past few days have been an emotional whirlwind, ever since my last conversation with Adrian. His words, carefully chosen and deliberately placed, have been gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Doubts, the seeds he planted, have taken root, and I have been battling to keep them from growing wild.But I refuse to let them control me.I close my eyes briefly, inhaling the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, letting the warmth of the cafรฉ ground me. I have to focusโfocus on what truly matters. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrianโs words cloud my judgment, I wo
Sarah POVI force a smile, pushing down the flutter of nerves in my stomach. โHey.โHe looks up, his tense expression softening slightly. He stands, offering me a small, appreciative smile before taking my hand. โHey, Sarah. You look great.โโThanks,โ I say, squeezing his hand gently before slipping into my seat. โYou do too.โWe start with small talkโhow our days went, the usual pleasantries. Alessandro listens attentively, but I can tell heโs distracted. His eyes dart away every now and then, his fingers tapping lightly against the table, a sure sign that something is weighing on him.Determined to break through the surface-level conversation, I take a sip of water and lean in slightly. โSo,โ I begin, keeping my tone light, โhowโs work been lately? You seem a bit off.โHis jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think heโs going to brush it off. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. โItโs been busy. You know how it is.โ He pauses, then adds, โBut thatโs not whatโs been
Sarah POVAs we finally come together in a moment of profound intimacy, it feels like a culmination of all the effort and emotion we've invested in our relationship. The physical closeness reinforces the emotional bond we're working to strengthen. Every touch, every whispered word, and every shared breath between us feels like a silent promise an unspoken vow to continue fighting for what we have.Afterwards, as we lie together, wrapped in each other's arms, there's a sense of contentment and reassurance. The warmth of Alessandro's body against mine is comforting, a stark contrast to the emotional distance we'd felt in the past weeks. We've navigated through so much, and this moment of connection feels like a reaffirmation of our commitment to each other.Alessandro's fingers trace gentle patterns on my skin, his touch light and deliberate, as if memorizing every inch of me. The slow, rhythmic motion is calming, grounding me in the present moment. He exhales a deep breath, his lips br
Sarah POVThe kitchen is bathed in warm morning light as I start gathering ingredients. I pull my hair up into a loose bun and tie Alessandroโs oversized hoodie around my waist, enjoying the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and I hum softly as I chop vegetables and whisk eggs. Thereโs something so soothing about the simplicity of this momentโabout the act of creating something with my own hands for someone I care about.I heat up the pan and begin making the pancakes, savoring the familiar rhythm of cooking. The sizzle of batter hitting the hot skillet and the rich aroma of butter melting fill the room, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Iโm plating the first batch when I hear Alessandroโs footsteps approaching from down the hall.He walks into the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep, the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up haphazardly. A sleepy smile graces his lips as he rubs at his eyes. "Good morning," he says, h
Sarah POVAlessandroโs gaze lingered on me, his deep brown eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I could feel the weight of his emotions pressing between us uncertainty, longing, fear. His jaw was tense, as if he was holding back words he wasnโt sure he was ready to say."Alessandro, you're right to ask," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. "I don't care about Adrian, I care about you. What happened to him... it was a moment of confusion, a mistake. I've realized that my heart has always been with you. That's why I told him we needed distance. I want you to know that you're the only one I want to be with."He exhaled slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture still guarded. I could almost see the battle playing out in his mindโthe part of him that wanted to believe me and the part that still held onto the pain of the past."And Adrian?" he asked finally, his voice softer now but firm. "What happens if he doesn't stay away?"I shook my head, step
Sarah POVA lump formed in my throat at the tenderness in his tone. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.โMe too,โ I whispered back. โIโm so glad weโve been able to work through everything. Iโm committed to us, Alessandro. I want you to know that.โHis hold on me tightened slightly, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of my head.โI know,โ he said. โAnd Iโm committed to us too. Whatever comes our way, weโll face it together.โAs exhaustion pulled me into sleep, I felt a rare sense of peace settle over me. The doubts that had once gnawed at the edges of my mind were beginning to fade, replaced by the quiet certainty that Alessandro and I were on the right path.But even as I embraced that sense of calm, a small part of me couldnโt ignore the lingering weight of Adrianโs last message. His words echoed in my thoughts more often than I wanted to admit. There was something unresolved there, something that refused to fade into the backg
Sarah POVHis words carried an unmistakable edge of jealousy, laced with something deeper frustration, maybe even desperation. I could hear it in the way Adrian spoke, the way he hesitated just a fraction of a second before choosing his words. He wasnโt ready to let go, that much was obvious. But I had already made my decision.I wasnโt going to let the past interfere with the fragile, beautiful thing Alessandro and I were rebuilding.Instead of answering Adrian right away, I chose to ignore the message, setting my phone aside with a steadying breath. The temptation to respond, to offer him some kind of closure, gnawed at me, but I resisted. The best thing I could do for myself for my relationship was to keep my distance. Even if it hurt.So I threw myself into work that day, immersing myself in tasks, focusing on anything that kept my mind from drifting back to Adrianโs lingering words. But even as I busied myself with emails and meetings, I felt the weight of the unresolved tension
Sarah POVHis words settled deep within me, reassuring me in a way I hadnโt realized I needed. But there was still one more thing I had to say, a truth that needed to be voiced.โI wanted to let you know that I spoke to Adrian,โ I admitted, watching his face carefully. โI told him we needed some space. I want you to know that youโre my priority, and I wonโt let anything or anyone come between us.โFor a moment, Alessandro didnโt say anything. His expression was unreadable, but then his shoulders dropped slightly, and he exhaled a breath he had probably been holding for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, appreciative. โThank you for that, Sarah. I appreciate it. Iโve been worried about how much heโs been around, but I didnโt want to pressure you.โI gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. โI understand,โ I murmured. โBut you donโt need to worry. Iโm committed to making this work. Weโve come too far to let anything get in the way now.โHis thumb brushed over my knuckles,
Sarah POVSarah's POVAs the days passed after Adrian's unexpected visit, the tension between Alessandro and me began to ease. We had successfully navigated a difficult moment, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Adrian's presence was still a looming threat to our relationship. Even when things felt light and easy between Alessandro and me, a small, anxious voice in the back of my mind kept whispering reminders of the pastโof Adrianโs influence, of the confusion he stirred within me. I knew I had to confront the situation head-on, not just for Alessandro's sake, but for my own peace of mind.It was a bright, clear afternoon when I finally decided to send a message to Adrian. The sun streamed in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the floor, but despite the warmth of the day, I felt an unmistakable chill settle in my bones. The words didnโt come easily, but I knew they were necessary.Message to Adrian:Hi Adrian, I think we must maintain some distance for a whil
Sarah POVBeside me, Alessandro shifts. His voice is calm, firm, but thereโs an unmistakable edge to it. โWeโve been trying to focus on our relationship and work through things together. I appreciate your concern, but I think itโs important for us to handle this on our own.โAdrianโs gaze flicks to Alessandro, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension. Then he looks back at me. โI get it. I just didnโt realize how deep things were between you two. I guess Iโm still trying to understand where I fit into all of this.โA pang of something guilt, frustration, maybe both presses against my ribs. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. โAdrian, you have to understand that Iโm trying to rebuild my relationship with Alessandro. Iโve made it clear that I need to focus on that, and your presence here complicates things.โFor the first time since he arrived, something in Adrianโs expression shifts. His shoulders relax just slightly, and some of the steeliness in his eyes fades. Th
Sarah POVThe tension in the kitchen is thick enough to cut with a knife. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the rich aroma of butter sizzling in the pan, but none of it is enough to mask the growing unease settling over the room. Adrian takes a seat at the table without waiting for an invitation, his movements deliberate yet casual, as if trying to stake a claim on the moment. I sense Alessandroโs eyes on me, his concern pressing against my skin like a silent question. He doesnโt have to say anythingโI already know heโs on high alert.I try to steady my nerves, pushing down the wave of anxiety clawing its way up my chest. This unexpected visit could be nothing more than an awkward inconvenience, a minor speed bump on the road Alessandro and I are rebuilding. Or it could be the kind of turning point that shifts the entire course of our relationship.I glance at Alessandro, searching for reassurance in the warm depths of his gaze. He gives me a small, firm nodโsilent suppo
Sarah POVWe move in perfect harmony in the kitchen, our bodies falling into an effortless rhythm as we prepare breakfast together. The scent of sizzling butter and warm spices fills the air, mingling with the quiet hum of our laughter. Itโs easy, natural like slipping into a well-worn routine.Alessandro reaches for the same cutting board as I do, his fingers grazing mine. The brief contact sends a spark through me, and I glance up at him, my breath hitching slightly. He notices. His lips curl into a knowing smile, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.โYouโre distracted,โ he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.I smirk, shaking my head. โYou wish.โHis laugh is low and warm, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. As the food on the stove begins to sizzle, Alessandro gently nudges me with his hip, pulling me closer to him. His touch is light, almost teasing, but thereโs something deeper in the way he looks at me.โSarah,โ he says, his voice dropping into a w
Sarah POVThe kitchen is bathed in warm morning light as I start gathering ingredients. I pull my hair up into a loose bun and tie Alessandroโs oversized hoodie around my waist, enjoying the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and I hum softly as I chop vegetables and whisk eggs. Thereโs something so soothing about the simplicity of this momentโabout the act of creating something with my own hands for someone I care about.I heat up the pan and begin making the pancakes, savoring the familiar rhythm of cooking. The sizzle of batter hitting the hot skillet and the rich aroma of butter melting fill the room, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Iโm plating the first batch when I hear Alessandroโs footsteps approaching from down the hall.He walks into the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep, the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up haphazardly. A sleepy smile graces his lips as he rubs at his eyes. "Good morning," he says, h