Olivea held her breath, pressing her lips tightly together as the heavy footsteps echoed across the villa floor. Her hands trembled. She reached for her phone desperately, trying to dial the police—but just as she tapped the screen, it went black.
Battery dead.
"No… no, no, please not now," she whispered, panic swelling in her chest. Sweat dampened her clothes, her heart beating so violently she feared the intruder could hear it.
Meanwhile, Adrian's car pulled into the driveway. He stepped out and immediately noticed the front door wide open.
"What the—? Why would Olivea leave the door open?" he muttered under his breath, unease washing over him.
Inside, he froze at the sight of shattered glass scattered across the living room floor. His pulse quickened. "Olivea!" he shouted, voice echoing in the silent house.
Then he saw it—someone in a black hoodie and mask, halfway up the stairs. Without hesitation, Adrian sprinted forward. The intruder bolted, vaulting over the railing and crashing through a window. By the time Adrian reached it, the masked figure had vanished into the night.
"Damn it! He's too fast," Adrian cursed, his fists clenching.
He rushed upstairs. "Olivea? It's me, Adrian!"
A faint creak came from the closet. Slowly, the door opened, revealing Olivea's tear-streaked face.
"Olivea…" Adrian's chest tightened. He pulled her into his arms. "You're safe now. Come here."
She sobbed against his chest but soon pushed him away, her voice breaking. "W-where were you? I was so scared… Why were you so late?"
Adrian's expression faltered with guilt. "I'm sorry. I should've been here. I promise—I'll hire security for this villa tomorrow. I won't let this happen again."
After contacting the police and giving statements, the house finally grew quiet. Olivea retreated to the bedroom, exhausted, while Adrian stayed behind to clean up the broken glass. His mind spun.
"Why would someone break in… but take nothing?" he muttered, staring at the shards glittering under the dim light. The question gnawed at him.
Later, he slumped onto the couch, poured himself a glass of wine, and turned on the television for background noise. One glass became two… then almost two full bottles. His thoughts blurred, heavy with guilt and confusion.
From the hallway, soft footsteps approached. Adrian turned his head and saw Olivea, dressed in a simple crop top and shorts. Her hair was messy from sleep, her eyes swollen from tears, yet somehow she looked impossibly vulnerable and beautiful.
"Olivea? Why are you up? Are you still frightened?" Adrian asked gently.
She walked over and sat beside him, hugging his arm tightly. "I'm sorry, Adrian… I feel like this is my fault. That person must've come because of me."
"No, no," Adrian reassured, kissing her forehead softly. "It isn't your fault. What matters is that you're safe. That's all I care about."
Olivea's chest rose and fell quickly, her breath brushing his skin. She looked up into his eyes, her voice low and trembling. "Adrian… I was so terrified. But when you held me just now, I felt safe again. I don't want to lose that."
He gazed back at her, conflicted. His mind was fogged with wine, but his heart was clear. God, she's so beautiful… he thought, fighting to contain his emotions.
Olivea slowly crawled closer, her warmth pressing against him. "Adrian," she whispered at his ear, her tone both nervous and tender, "you're drunk."
He froze, his breath unsteady. "O-olivea… are you sure about this? After what just happened, I don't want you to feel pressured."
Her eyes softened. "I want it Adrian,I feel safe around you,can we...."
Adrian's resistance faltered. He cupped her face gently, brushing his thumb against her cheek. "I heard you olivea,if that's you want,allow me."
Olivea nodded, her lips trembling but certain her moan echoing in Adrian ears. "Yes, Adrian. I want this. I want… us."
Their lips met—slowly at first, hesitant, then deeper, carrying the weight of fear, relief, and unspoken desire. Adrian pulled her closer, his hands resting at her waist. Olivea responded, her arms wrapping around his neck, pressing against him as though anchoring herself from the chaos of the night.
The moment was intense yet tender, filled not with urgency but with comfort. Their laughter, their fear, their longing—all melted into that embrace.
The world outside no longer mattered.
Hours later, the television flickered silently in the background. Olivea lay curled on Adrian's chest, her breathing calm and steady, finally asleep. Adrian stroked her hair, his thoughts heavy yet strangely peaceful.
"I almost lost you tonight," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I don't care how complicated things get… I'll protect you, Olivea. Always."
The villa was quiet again, save for the soft rhythm of their hearts beating in unison—two souls drawn closer by fear, and bound stronger by love.