Chapter 63

• Aria sat on the cold floor of Dante's bedroom, her back against the wall, feeling the chill seep into her bones. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the rain poured heavily outside, creating a rhythmic patter that echoed her inner turmoil. She hugged her knees to her chest, feeling vulnerable and exposed, the weight of her situation pressing down on her.
• Dante had strictly forbidden her to wear clothes in this room, a cruel reminder of his control over her life. The fabric of her thoughts was as tattered as the absence of clothing on her body, leaving her feeling both raw and defenseless. She glanced at the window, her gaze lost in the gray haze of the storm outside, where raindrops raced down the glass like the tears streaming down her cheeks.
• As she watched the world beyond the window, the rain blurred her vision, mirroring the confusion and despair swirling within her. Each droplet seemed to carry away a piece of her hope, washing it down the drain as she yearned for freedom, for a chance to escape the confines of Dante's world. The storm outside felt like a reflection of her heart—a tempest of emotions, each wave crashing against the walls she had built to protect herself.