Bab 22: Chapter 22 - Vivi’s POV

If there's one thing I can't escape these days, it's thoughts of Marcus. His voice, his smile, the way his eyes seem to pin me in place—it's all on an endless loop in my head. It's like my brain has decided to turn him into its favorite playlist.

I mean, could you blame me? The chemistry between us is impossible to ignore. It's electric, magnetic, and downright maddening. Still, admitting that—even to myself—feels like crossing some imaginary line.

This morning, after my third cup of coffee and yet another failed attempt to focus on work, I give in to temptation. I grab my phone, open Instagram, and dive into full-blown stalker mode.

Scrolling through Marcus's feed feels like flipping through the pages of a magazine. Every picture is a study in perfection, from his sharp jawline to his effortless style. But somehow, even these polished snapshots fail to capture how captivating he is in person.

And then I see it. That picture.