Touch Me

Claus's determination to find Mia led him to search the house compound diligently. He had to make things right, to mend the growing rift between them. The atmosphere was thick with tension as he scanned every corner, his thoughts racing.

After a few anxious minutes, he finally spotted her sitting under the stairs, hidden away in the shadows. Her body language was a stark reflection of her inner turmoil — shoulders hunched, her face buried in her hands.

Cautiously, Claus approached her, the weight of his actions hanging heavily over him. "Mia," he uttered her name, almost like a plea.

Mia's head snapped up, her tear-filled eyes locking onto Claus's. The anguish in her gaze cut through him, but he knew he had to face her anger head-on.

"What do you want, Claus?" Her voice quivered with a mix of hurt and anger, her fingers tightly gripping her own arms.

Claus knelt down in front of her, keeping his distance as he sensed the simmering tension. "I want to talk, Mia. We can't let this come