Xavier's POV

In the middle of the wild jungle, I found myself caught in a storm of emotions with Sansa. Her anger and desperation were clear, and even though I longed to be close to her, she kept her distance, as if I didn’t deserve it.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over her tear-streaked face. The breeze played with her wavy hair, making her look like a mystery—both fierce and fragile at the same time.

“Stop!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the trees. But she ...