Violent Denial

Valentin’s POV

Right now, I was in the gym at one of my hotels.

Trying to beat some sense into myself.

The punching bag was already split from days of this. I’d wrapped it in tape that morning, convinced I could just keep swinging until I knocked the thoughts clean out of my head. The rage. The longing. The image of her in that goddamned dress, curled up beside Ruslan like he was her safe space.