under his protective eyes
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“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, voice low but firm.
“Not like this. Not when they’re after you because of me.”
I stared at him, incredulous.
“Because of you? You dragged me into your mess!”
He shook his head, almost gently.
“No.
You didn’t drag yourself into anything.
You were just… in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But leaving now—that won’t keep you safe. It’ll make it worse.”
My hands trembled, and I could feel my heartbeat thudding in my ears.
“I don’t care! I’m not staying here to become a pawn in whatever this is!”
He leaned closer, his gaze piercing mine.
“You think I’ll let that happen? Not a chance.”
For a moment, I caught a glimpse of something beneath his usual arrogance—something raw, almost vulnerable.
Protective. Dangerous.
And suddenly, I realized just how high the stakes had become.
The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and for the first time, I wondered if leaving was even an option.
I took another step back, ignoring the way my chest pressed against my ribs, the way his presence made the air around me feel electric.
“I don’t need your protection,” I snapped, voice sharper than I felt.
“I can handle myself!”
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.
Just studied me like he was measuring how much fire I had left.
“You think you can,” he said slowly, his words deliberate.
“But they don’t care who you are. They only care about how close you are to me.”
My stomach sank.
That simple truth hit harder than anything else.
“Then I’ll stay away from you,” I said, forcing myself to sound resolute.
“I’ll disappear from your world entirely.”
A flicker of something—anger, frustration, maybe even fear—crossed his face.
He stepped closer again, narrowing the distance between us.
I went back to my room ' this conversation was definitely going to keep me awake for sure".
and as expected i didn't get a wink of sleep, the incident was still lingering in my brain ".
The next morning, he didn’t wait for me to argue.
“I’m moving you,” he said, already packing a few essentials into a sleek, black duffel.
His jaw was tight, and there was a strange intensity in his eyes that made it impossible to protest.
“I’m not—” I started, but he cut me off.
“No arguments. if you don't want to die" The place we were at… it’s too exposed.
Too many eyes. You’re not staying there ."
I crossed my arms, trying to sound defiant, but my voice wavered. “And where exactly are we going? Another one of your… penthouses?”
He shook his head.
“Smaller. Simpler. Easier to defend.
Easier to disappear.”
His words made my stomach twist.
Smaller meant confined. Smaller meant we’d be closer.
Too close.
I glanced at the sleek SUV waiting outside, the kind of car that screamed power and control. “And you think this will keep me safe?” I asked, my voice sharp.
“I know it will,” he said, loading my bag into the back with precision, like every movement was calculated.
“I’ve already checked it.
Security cameras, reinforced locks, hidden exits… you won’t even know half of the precautions until you need them.”
I frowned, unease prickling at my spine. “You’re treating me like a hostage.”
He finally looked at me fully, that rare, raw intensity in his gaze.
“I’m protecting you. That’s all this is. I don’t care if you like it or not. If anything happens to you because I hesitated… I couldn’t forgive myself.”
There it was again—that possessive edge beneath the protective words. I wanted to argue, wanted to fight him on it, but my voice caught in my throat.
all through the entire journey, i kept eyes closed and the only thing that came to my mind was " how did i get here, how did things get here.?
"how did my temporary escape turn into an endless abyss.
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