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morning feeling like a prisoner in Dante's house, prey to the stifling atmosphere he had created. Her decision wa

hat she looked discreet. Slipping her car keys into her pocket, she made sure her phone was on silent to avoid receiving unwanted calls. After

exposed brick walls and smells of freshly brewed coffee, was a refuge for her. A place where she could blend in with the crowd, where no one would tell her wha

he ordered a hot drink, promising herself to take advantage of this moment to recharge her batteries

of Dante, his authority, his intensity. She wasn't supposed to be there, and something deep inside her knew he would

lle looked up, her heart racing when she recognized Dante, standing there in the doorway, h

of anger and despair. Did you really t

is step firm, attracting the attention of the other customers. This was not the discre

nt to myself, she stammered, feeli

defend herself. His eyes shone with suppressed anger. The customers aro

e, he said, his voice low and heavy with reproach.

eeling a wave of chal

y space. It's unbearable to liv

lenched, and she could see t

ou in a cage? I'm doing this for your

her head,

obsessed with this idea of protection t

. The tension between them was palpable, and she could feel the curio

have to be on my guard, he replied sharply. You

searching for a res

g it can be to not be able to live my

rated sigh, straight

e understood that it is for your own good. I'm not

nfusing and painful. There she was, sitting before him, feeling every

etorted, trying to hold his gaze.

s anger palpable. The customers around them had stopped

otect you, he said finally, but the pas

motions were a mess, a mix of frustra

me live, she begged. I'

st what he felt for her, against the possessiveness that was eating away at him. But Mireille was not th

ptly, as if the situation had become too overwhelming for

er heart beating with fru

ng to let you dictate my

ion had become inevitable. The people around them had resum

intention of playing this little game. I ho

be intimidated. The tension between them was an explo

ice trembling but resolute. I won't stay here

ards her, a shadow

s love, it's concern. I won't

one thing was certain: this confrontation was only the begi

nting to stay there, thinking about everything that had just happened. But what she did know was that the roles had changed. Sh

round her, and the silence was heavy with broken promises. She headed tow

, he said in a lo

e for their relationship, for who they were becoming. She took