90. A Lethal Game

ARIA’s POV

I snuggled deeper into Matteo's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. We lay there in silence, the only sound of our gentle breathing. But as the moments ticked by, I sensed a change in him. His hold on me tightened, his body tensing ever so slightly. I pulled back, my eyes searching his face.

"Matteo?" I whispered, my voice soft.

He didn't respond, his gaze distant, lost in thought. I reached up, my hand tracing the lines of his jaw. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice gentle.

Matteo's eyes fluttered back to mine, his focus returning. He hesitated, his expression guarded. But then, something in his eyes shifted, and he let out a deep sigh. "It's just... everything is falling apart, Aria," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.