Love Unspoken

"Do you truly believe she intends to reveal the world to you, Quinn? We've shared two decades together, yet you persist in your defiance," he said. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disappointment. A flutter of panic danced along Quinn's lashes. How was it that he seemed privy to her every thought, her every move? Then, it dawned on her. Her phone, which had been fully charged upon her awakening that morning, had been compromised. He had tampered with it. No wonder his arrival had been so timely.

As the realization sank in, Quinn's breath hitched, her face flushing a deep crimson. She looked up at the towering figure above her, her eyes welling with unshed tears.

Her eyes were an embodiment of innocence, radiating vulnerability rather than the typical charm of cuteness. At first glance, one wouldn't find her adorable, but rather strikingly innocent. Especially when those round orbs locked onto someone, they conveyed a profound, almost compassionate sorrow.

Her beauty was otherworldly, and Alexander had spent countless hours attempting to encapsulate it in words. The term that seemed most fitting was 'fairy'. She was like a fairy straight out of ancient lore, ethereal and elusive. Every time Alexander found himself lost in those eyes, his fiercest anger would dissipate. It wasn't difficult to envision her being swept away by a stranger on the street or disappearing with the merest whisper of a breeze.

Suddenly, a laugh erupted from Alexander, his anger evaporating into the sound. To Quinn, however, his laughter was more terrifying than his rage.

"But she won't have the chance to whisk you away anymore," Alexander declared, his voice laced with a chilling certainty.

in panic as she stammered, "What are you

he replied, his grip around her neck loosening. His touch grazed her cheek, gentle once again, "There are repercussions for

stared blankly at Alexander.

anger that had previously contorted his face had been nothing more than an illusion.

that, he walked away, not once looking

the tension that had gripped Quinn began to ebb away, leaving her drained. She collapsed

up her sleeve to inspect it,

a single message. In defeat, she tossed the phone back onto the couch, covering her eyes with her hand. Alexander had never revealed his cruel side to her before. She had no

was about to find