I sat on the edge of the bed, my back to him.
My hands trembled as I slid the key from my pocket, careful to keep it hidden in my palm.
With a quick, discreet movement, I dropped it onto the floor and nudged it under the bed with my foot.
"Maria," Bruno said, his tone impatient.
I turned slightly, forcing a small smile.
"I'm just…getting comfortable."
He didn't respond, but I felt his gaze on me as I lay down beside him, careful to keep a slight distance.
The tension in the room was suffocating. Bruno shifted slightly, the mattress dipping under his weight.
My heart pounded as I stared at the ceiling, every nerve in my body on edge.
"You're tense," he said after a moment, his voice softer than I expected.
"I'm just…not used to this," I replied, keeping my tone neutral.
Bruno let out a low hum, as if contemplating my words.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, Maria," he said quietly.
