I walked away from Bruno's gaze and stood by the window of Bruno's study, staring at the city lights glimmering against the evening sky, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.
His presence loomed behind me, suffocating, like a weight pressing on my chest.
My hands clenched into fists as I turned to face him, my frustration bubbling over.
"Why do you keep doing this, Bruno?" My voice was sharp, teetering on the edge of breaking. "Why can't you just leave me alone? You keep giving me these mixed signals—pulling me close one moment and pushing me away the next. It's cruel."
He looked stunned, as though my words had struck a nerve.
His usually confident demeanor faltered for a moment, and he took a step toward me, his hands raised in a placating gesture.
"Maria, that's not what I—"
