one hundred and twelve

Evelyn's POV

I lay there, my heart pounding in my chest after I had carefully executed my plan. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls. I had meticulously arranged the scene, pulling both Dante's clothes and my own, creating a deceptive tableau. It was a risky move, but I was determined to frame Dante.

As I pretended to sleep, I could sense Dante's wakefulness. I could feel his gaze upon me, confusion emanating from him like a palpable force. With bated breath, I waited for the perfect moment to unveil my ruse. When Dante finally rose from the bed, I opened my eyes, feigning shock.

The look on Dante's face was a mixture of surprise and guilt. It was as if he had stumbled upon a scene he wasn't meant to witness. In that instant, I knew my plan had worked. But as I stared into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse. The weight of my actions settled heavily upon me, threatening to consume me.

"Dante!" I called out his name but he was long gone.