The door swung open, and Ethan strode into Charlotte's apartment, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto her.
He ignored Lena's cheerful greeting and barely acknowledged Ryan, who sat across from Charlotte on the couch.
His focus was solely on her.
Without a word, Ethan marched to Charlotte, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her to her feet.
Before she could react, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, his hands sliding up to cradle her head as though ensuring she was real and safe.
His grip was firm but tender, his fingers threading through her hair as he exhaled deeply, relief evident in his expression.
Charlotte stood still, her body stiff for a moment before she relaxed. She allowed him to hold her, her cheek pressed against his chest.
Ethan pulled back slightly, his hands moving to cup her face, tilting her head up so their eyes met.
"Are you... you okay?" he asked, his voice low and trembling with concern.