Mine.
She moved slightly, fingers pushing her hair back. Slow. Distracted.
She didn’t know I was there.
Not yet.
I leaned against the doorway and just watched.
Let myself take it in—the calm before the collapse.
She looked soft. Exposed.
Like she didn’t belong in my world, and yet here she was… wearing it.
And then?—
She turned.
Our eyes met.
And everything else? Gone.
No headlines. No ring. No Delgado.
Just her.
And me.
And the kind of silence that only came before the first shot was fired.
She didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just froze—eyes wide, heart in her throat.
The stillness between us stretched, taut and sharp.
She was deciding—like she had options.
Like she hadn’t already crossed the fucking line.
I saw it on her face—desire and denial doing their last round in the ring.
But that spark in her eye? That stubborn, fighting light?
It lit me up.
“Decided yet?” I asked, voice low, even.
Didn’t need an answer.
Because even now, I could feel it—her pulse jumping. Her breath stuttering.
She was already tipping. Slipping. Falling.
And all I had to do was catch her or let her crash.
