C44 Crossing lines

Daphne

I couldn’t take it anymore.

The tension had been building for days, weeks even, a tight coil of frustration, desire, jealousy, and fear that threatened to snap. Every glance from Rhea, every whispered comment, every subtle maneuver in the office pushed me closer to the edge. And every interaction with Antonio—every look, every touch, every charged silence—pulled me in another direction