- Sean -
The shrill knock on the door cut through the quiet of my hotel room like a hot knife through butter. I was just stepping out of the shower, the steam still clinging to my skin, feeling slightly delirious from the long days spent wrestling with my thoughts. In that moment, I was wrapped in my own chaotic universe, which suddenly imploded the moment I flung the door wide open.
And there she stood—Aria. Fiery eyes blazing with an intensity that caught me off guard. I must've looked ridiculous, standing there in just a towel, water still dripping from my hair, the faint scent of soap lingering in the air. For a split second, her furious demeanor faltered, replaced by something warmer, something that flickered just for a moment. Desire? Was that what I just saw? The thought shot butt
