Pulling Away
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Elena couldn’t breathe.
Not properly.
Not since the moment she heard those words.
They know about her.
It echoed in her head long after the room had gone quiet again, long after the man had left, long after Alessandro had stopped speaking.
Because now—
this wasn’t just his world anymore.
It had become hers.
And that terrified her more than anything else.
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“I need to leave.”
The words came out suddenly.
Sharp.
Final.
Alessandro stilled.
Slowly, he turned to face her fully.
“No.”
The answer was immediate.
Uncompromising.
Elena shook her head, taking a step back from him—needing space, needing distance, needing something to break the hold he had on her.
“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid,” she said, her voice tight. “I don’t belong in this. I’m not part of your world.”
“You are now.”
Her breath caught.
The certainty in his voice made something twist painfully in her chest.
“That’s not your decision to make,” she said.
His gaze darkened.
“It already has been.”
Silence slammed into the space between them.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
Elena forced herself to keep going, even as her heart pounded harder with every second.
“They’re coming after me because of you,” she said. “Because of what you are. If I leave, this ends.”
A dangerous assumption.
And they both knew it.
Alessandro stepped toward her.
Slow.
Controlled.
“No,” he said quietly. “It doesn’t.”
Her pulse spiked.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
Another step closer.
“You’ve seen my face. You’ve been here. You think they’ll just… forget that?” His voice dropped lower. “Walk away?”
The truth hit hard.
But she pushed against it anyway.
“Then I’ll disappear,” she said. “I’ll go somewhere no one can find me.”
A mistake.
A big one.
Because something in his expression changed instantly.
Darkened.
Sharpened.
Possessive in a way that made her breath catch.
“No,” he said again.
But this time—
it wasn’t just refusal.
It was warning.
Elena swallowed.
“You don’t get to control every part of my life.”
His jaw tightened.
“Don’t I?”
The quiet challenge in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.
She stepped back again—
and this time, he followed.
Closing the distance immediately.
Erasing the space she tried to create.
“You think leaving will make you safe?” he continued. “It won’t.”
“At least I won’t be here,” she shot back.
“And that’s the problem.”
The words hit harder than she expected.
Her breath caught.
“What does that mean?”
Another step closer.
Now there was nowhere left to go.
Her back hit the wall.
Again.
Always the wall.
Always him.
“It means,” he said, his voice low and controlled,
“I don’t let things that are mine walk away.”
The words wrapped around her like heat.
Dangerous.
Possessive.
Wrong.
And yet—
her heart reacted anyway.
“You don’t own me,” she whispered.
His gaze dropped to her lips.
Then back to her eyes.
Slow.
Deliberate.
“No,” he said.
“But I’m starting to think I should.”
The statement should have terrified her.
It did.
But not in the way it should have.
That was the problem.
“That’s not normal,” she said, her voice unsteady now.
“I never claimed to be.”
Another step.
Closer.
Until there was nothing left between them but breath and tension and everything they weren’t saying.
“You kissed me,” she said, trying to ground herself.
“You kissed me back.”
Her heart stuttered.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
A lie.
A weak one.
They both knew it.
His hand came up, resting against the wall beside her head.
Caging her in again.
“But it does,” he said quietly.
The intensity in his gaze made it impossible to look away.
“Then it was a mistake,” she said.
There.
She said it.
The line she thought might fix everything.
Put distance back between them.
Undo whatever had started.
For a second—
he went very still.
Too still.
The air
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