The rule was simple: The world can look, but they ‘cannot’ touch. If they do, he won't blame them. He blames the person who let them.
He didn't look at me once. He did not speak one word. Yet I could feel the heaviness on our way back.
The silence was deafening. He sat there, his profile hard and unforgiving in the passing streetlights.
"He was a client, Zayne," I whispered, breaking the suffocating quiet, "Just a friend."
He turned his head slowly, his sapphire eyes glowing with a dark, unreasonable jealousy, "He touched you."
“He was just checking the necklace. Come on, Zayne-” I tried to argue but his glare was threatening.
My body tense up under his sharp eyes, “You… you can’t do this to me, Zayne.”
"I can," he said, his voice a low, terrifying vibration. "Because you are the
