A part of her, buried so deep, trembled in recognition.
Not out of fear.
But something else.
Something forbidden.
Something treacherously magnetic.
But the softness didn’t last.
His eyes darkened again. The past returned. His heart didn’t beat with love— it throbbed with rage. With betrayal.
She had left him. Lied. Pretended that she died and walked away.
He shoved her against the wall, his arm locking her in place. His fingers gripped her waist possessively, hard enough to bruise. Her blood smeared his pristine white shirt, but he didn’t care.
He stared at her, hungry. Angry. Obsessive.
She tried to push him, but he overpowered her. Her fear, her shock, her silent yearning— he saw it all.
“How dare you hurt her? You bloody bit….! Was it on purpose? Your revenge?”
His voice
