Tianna's eyes closed, and slowly, her body relaxed, exhaustion finally catching up to her.
The emotional weight of the night pressed on her chest, but at least, for now, things were still.
Until the door creaked open.
She blinked her eyes open, heart skipping a beat, as the soft sound of footsteps crossed the floor.
A figure appeared, stepping silently into the dim light of the room.
And then, without a word, someone climbed into the bed with them.
Tianna's breath caught in her throat.
She turned, startled, not knowing who it was or why—but in this house, in this twisted game of desire and control, surprises were never far away.
The woman moved with a sense of purpose—graceful yet confident—as if she belonged there and knew exactly what she was doing.
Without a word or even a moment's hesitation, she made her way straight to Ross's side, as though drawn to him by some invisible thread.
