As soon as the door closed, Theo's fake sweetness disappeared.
His grip tightened, and his eyes darkened.
Gone was the man pretending to be a caring boyfriend.
Now, he was just Theo-the ruthless, controlling monster I knew too well.
Without a word, he started pulling at my clothes. I struggled, my hands grabbing at his wrists, but it was useless. He was too strong.
"Don't fight me, Sofia," he said, his voice low and firm. "You know it only makes things worse."
My breath hitched as he stripped me bare, leaving me completely exposed.
I shivered, not from the cold but from the sheer helplessness of it all.
Then his gaze lowered, roaming over my body.
The scars.
The ones he had put there.
His eyes filled with something dark, something twisted-contentment.
Like he was admiring his o
