Celina's POV
The days dragged by like torture, each one heavier than the last. My chest felt hollow, aching with an emptiness that seemed to grow with every passing hour.
Darius had vanished from my life again. For over a week now, he had been absent, leaving me in this suffocating silence that pressed against my lungs. No matter how desperately I tried to focus on anything else, my thoughts always circled back to him. I craved his presence, the warmth of his touch, the way he looked at me like I mattered.
The memory of our night together burned through my veins constantly. What happened between us transcended physical desire. It felt primal, inevitable, like gravity pulling me toward him. The way he had claimed me, marked me as his own, left me breathless even now in his absence.
