The Ghost He Dug From Her Silence
Rain smeared the windows in long, weeping lines. The mansion felt heavier tonight—every echo a little slower to fade, every footstep a little too loud. Selena had barely spoken to anyone in two days, not since Alec’s quiet war began. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t touched her. But he didn’t need to. The silence did all the screaming for him.
She was being watched. Not just by cameras or staff, but by Alec’s constant awareness—an invisible presence that clung to her skin like damp smoke. Even in the safety of her locked bedroom, she felt it. The weight of being known, and now, punished.
She had tried to beat him at his own game. And he had smiled through it all, only to show her that he had never stopped playing first.
Tonight, though, something
