It hit like an electric shock.

For a moment that lasted far too long, they stayed like that—close, exposed. His eyes said more than words ever could. Hers were an ocean of feelings held back.

Thor broke eye contact, unsettled. He cleared his throat, and she turned back to the dressing, more serious now, moving faster.

“All done,” she murmured.

He stood, picked up the tray, and carried it into the bathroom. That’s when the phone rang.

It was lying on the bed next to Celina.

She glanced at the screen: “Model.” The same model from the video. It shattered the moment like glass.

Celina froze.

She snatched the phone without thinking. Thor came out of the bathroom drying his hands and stopped short at the sight of her holding it.

She handed it back to him, her face already transformed. The softness from minutes ago was gone; only coldness remained.

“Here.”

He took the phone and instantly declined the call.

“Celina…”

“I don’t want to watch a movie anymore. I want to go back to my room.”

“That