I Swear It On My Heart

Cesare glanced down at their entwined hands, noticing how Zahir's once-trembling hands had now grown steady.

This newfound confidence might stem from his honesty and certainty about his feelings.

The emotions Zahir conveyed were those of a blinding, irrational love.

Cesare had never known such a feeling—the direct, simple, and therefore intense love Zahir described felt entirely beyond his ability to reciprocate.

It wasn’t that he lacked the capacity to care for someone; rather, Cesare Caruso was inherently incapable of harboring such profound emotions.

Whether Zahir recognized this and still found it acceptable remained unclear, yet Cesare didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them.

Their lips inched closer, tongues daring to explore as passionate heat radiated from the subtle friction between them.

At that precise moment, Cesare’s gaze flicked toward the transparent window across the building, where a faint glimmer caught his eye.