Vincent couldn't shake off the irritation bubbling inside him as he watched Melissa sit dramatically on his couch, her veil now discarded. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"Alright, Melissa," he said, his voice strained with annoyance, "let's get you settled in the guest room."

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and defiance. With a resigned sigh, Vincent picked up her luggage and led her down the hallway. The house was quiet, the only sound being the soft thud of their footsteps on the wooden floor.

"This is where you'll stay," he said curtly, his patience wearing thin.

Melissa...