Love Unspoken

The pair was frozen in fear, their eyes locked on the knife in Alexander's hand. They recoiled in terror, their bodies instinctively seeking distance from the threat.

"We've never met you before. Perhaps you've mistaken us for someone else?" one of them stuttered, his eyes darting around in a desperate search for an escape.

Alexander regarded them with a smirk that barely concealed his amusement. He pressed the tip of the blade to the chin of one of the thugs, his voice cool and menacing. "Think harder." The icy touch of the steel made the thug shudder. He could almost feel the lethal sharpness of the blade.

With a stiff neck, the thug replayed the recent events in his mind. Sure, they'd been involved in some shady dealings, but nothing that should have provoked the wrath of a man like this. Could it have been about the incident last night?

His eyes widened with realization. Trembling, he turned to face Alexander, "Was it... that dummy?"

"Dummy?" Alexander's smile turned cold.

"No, no, the woman from last night. We didn't do anything. I swear."

"And what exactly does 'didn't do anything' mean?"

"We wanted to, sure, but then I touched blood and just stopped," the thug whimpered, hoping his honesty might save him.

But as soon as the word 'touched' left his lips, Alexander's smile disappeared, replaced by a chilling intent to kill.

"Which hand?"

thug swallowed hard. How could he dare to

he could even attempt to concoct a lie, a searing pain shot through his hand. A scream tore from his throat, a sound akin

pooling on the

wasn't over. Alexander slowly withdrew the dagger, the exit wound causing a

thug's face as his pleas for mercy echoed in

Please, I

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indifferently, "Which

his blood-soaked hand shaking. "Please, this

"Oh?"

cruelty, Alexander plunged the dagger

thug's eyes rolled back in his head from the pain, his cries of agony gut-wrenching. He teetered on the edge of consciousness, the intense pain snapping him

than the foul stench of fear emanating from the two men. They were shaking so violently they had soiled themselves. As he turned

"Alexander."

he absentmindedly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, Alexander's voice was light and breezy as he commanded,