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CHAPTER 117
~Tempest's POV~
As I watched Ryland pack his belongings, I could hear the soft hum of the city outside my apartment.
We had spent days together, engrossed in laughter and conversations, but there was tension between us now.
As much as I wanted to deny it, I'd come to care for him, maybe more than I wanted to admit.
He was methodical as he gathered his things, his presence filling every corner of my apartment. I folded my arms, leaning against the doorframe, watching him.
The thought of him leaving sent a strange pang through me, making my heart clench even as my mind insisted it was the right thing to let him go.
Finally, he looked up, his gaze meeting mine with that steady, unreadable look that somehow felt warmer over these days together.
