Zaliver’s POV
I closed the door with finality and stood just behind it, the echo of the lock clicking into place grounding me in this madness. From inside, I could hear her shifting on the bed, followed by the sharp sting of my name spat out in pure fury. Her anger hit me like a wave but instead of flinching, I found myself staring blankly at the wall, thoughts rushing through me at impossible speeds.
Who would’ve thought that a stubborn, sharp-tongued little brunette could unravel me so completely?
I knew what I had done was... questionable. Forcing her to stay, keeping her confined it crossed every line I swore I wouldn’t. But the thing that unsettled me the most wasn’t the guilt. It was the calm that settled over me once I knew she couldn’t leave. That she was mine. I hated myself f
