TAYLOR
As I stood at the threshold of my room, I contemplated my options. The temptation to lock myself away, far from the muddled emotions and uncertainties that swirled around Vladimir, was strong. Yet, as my hand lingered on the doorknob, I realized that retreating to the confines of that suffocating room would do me no good.
The events of the previous night had left me in a state of turmoil. Vladimir's actions had been both bewildering and intoxicating, stirring up feelings that I had believed were buried deep within me. I couldn't deny the confusion and longing that gnawed at my heart.
"I can't stay in this room," I muttered to myself, shaking off the allure of solitude. Another day trapped in close quarters with Vladimir was something I couldn't bear, especially not after the pass
