C7 7

Rosa

His voice was a quiet command, reaching me before I could take another step. I stopped, my breath hitching, and turned around slowly. Samson was there in the doorway, watching me, the look in his eyes no longer guarded.

Instead, it was raw, a hint of vulnerability mixed with something deeper, something I couldn’t deny was calling me back.

“Come here,” he said, his voice softer yet firm