He belongs to the world. But he shows up for her. Always.

After the Halloween blowout, Gabrielle and Prince share a car ride that’s heavy with more than tension—it’s clarity. No kisses. No apologies. Just truths that taste bitter on the way out. Gabrielle gets out without looking back. Prince drives home to a storm of feathers, fury, and ultimatums.

Taylor is livid. She demands tests, rewrites the rules, and threatens everything they built under contract. She wants to humiliate Gabrielle. But in his silence, Prince makes something very clear:

Taylor didn’t win. She just delayed the inevitable.

Days pass. Taylor moves into Prince’s space like a PR ghost—answering his phone, managing his life, watching his every move. Gabrielle says nothing. She blocks the ache. Tells herself it was never real.

Until she gets the text.

“Be packed. Passport. 3 nights. Can’t stop thinking about you.”

She tries to ignore it. Until a matte black G-Wagon waits outside her building at 2:13 a.m.

He doesn’t beg. He opens the door.

She gets in.

What happens in the backseat isn’t love. Its possession. It's addiction. It's two people who can’t stay away—even when they know they should.

And when it’s over, tangled in silence, he says:
“I don’t want to be without you.”
She doesn’t say it back.

But she doesn’t say no either.