Graham's Point Of View

The moment she slammed the bedroom door in my face, the sound reverberated like a slap across my jaw. I stood there frozen, a muscle ticking in my cheek as I stared at the cold, closed door. Her rejection echoed louder than any insult, louder than any fight we’d ever had.

My fists clenched, jaw tightening as I forced myself to breathe… slow and controlled, but my blood boiled beneath the surface, threatening to erupt.

“Elena…” I muttered under my ...