Silent Captive

Vivienne’s POV

Everything in me screamed to run, but my legs wouldn’t obey. My arms, my fingers, even my lips, felt heavy. Disconnected from thought. Like it belonged to another person.

Rocco’s hand on my back was light but firm, steering me through the corridor with terrifying ease. His voice was still low, casual, almost bored, like we were simply leaving a party early, maybe ducking out for ai