Tiara's pov
The nightmare left me drenched in sweat, heart pounding so hard I felt like it might burst out of my chest. I grabbed the glass of water on my bedside table, emptying it in one gulp, desperate to soothe my dry throat and calm my nerves. But it did little to quiet the fear that gripped me.
It took me a while to shake off the nightmare's grip, to realize that he wasn't really here. Enzo. The man who haunted both my waking hours and my dreams. I scanned the room with frantic eyes, searching every shadowy corner as if he might appear out of thin air. But, of course, he didn't. He was nothing more than a terrible memory—a chapter of my life that should be closed but somehow never stays shut.
"Don't be scared, Tiara. He's not here. It was just a dream," I whispered to myself, my voice barely more than a shaky breath. "Remember, he's a closed chapter of your life. Don't think about him."
