Thor led Celina into a more private room, somewhere no one would interrupt them. Without letting go of her hand, he closed the door behind them and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Celina kept her gaze down, withdrawn, as if trying to hide the storm raging inside her.

“What’s going on, Celina?” Thor asked, his voice low, steady, but weighted with concern.

“Nothing,” she said too quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m just tired. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

Thor folded his arms, his eyes locking on hers with unwavering intensity.

“Until you tell me what’s going on, we’re not leaving this room.”

“Thor…” Celina sighed, stepping toward the door. She opened it, determined to walk out.

But he was faster. In just a few strides, he was behind her, his hand landing firmly on her shoulder as he pushed the door shut, his body closing her in. His deep voice brushed against her ear.

“You’re not going anywhere, Celina.”

A shiver ran down her spine. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between t