Chapter 89 Aemilio's Promise

• Aemilio's POV
• I couldn't take my eyes off Evangelina as she crossed the room, her silhouette softened by the glow of candlelight. She shut the door behind her, and for a moment, it was just us, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the night. She was here, with me. After everything we had been through—the pain, the secrets, the scars that ran deeper than words—I felt as if I was seeing her in a new light. She was mine, and I was hers. It was so simple and yet more powerful than anything I'd ever felt.
• As she came closer, my heart hammered in my chest. Every inch of me ached to reach out, to touch her, to hold her, not just because of the desire between us, but because I knew I needed her like I needed air. She was the one thing I couldn't lose. When I finally reached out, my hand trembling, I felt her fingers slide into mine, warm and sure. That single touch grounded me, reminding me that this was real.