Love Unspoken

Alexander's gaze was fixed on her fingers, his expression a study in tranquillity. Quinn held her breath, lifting her eyes to meet his profound gaze. She began to gesture again, but he intercepted her hand before she could complete her motion. In a low murmur, he asked, "Have you forgotten what I said before?"

Quinn's eyelashes fluttered, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as her hand fell weakly to her side. His words reverberated in her mind. He had warned her not to fall in love with him.

Alexander sighed, his stern expression softening. He brushed away her tears, comforting her as one would a child, "Stop crying. Look, it's just the two of us here. No one will disturb us. Isn't that nice?"

Quinn turned away, evading his touch.His gaze flickered, and he gently but firmly turned her to face him again."You agree, don't you?" he pressed.

Quinn bit her lip, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn't know when it had started, but now, seeing his face, which she used to dream about, felt suffocating. It felt as though he had tethered her to this house with a collar around her neck in the name of family. She had no friends, no freedom. She had nothing left.

her chin upwards, silently demanding a response. Quinn had no answer for him, but she couldn't ignore him either. She realized that whatever she did or said was

so good to you. Why do you want someone else?" His whispers were always like the sly murmurings of a demon, filled with beguiling power. Quinn attempted to pull away, but Alexander drew her into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her. She turned her head to avoid the kiss, but he gripped the back of her

her hands pushing against his chest, but the disparity in their strength was undeniable. Before she knew it, she found herself pushed onto the couch. He tore

his mouth hard in desperation. Their blood mingled instantly, saliva and blood choking Quinn as she coughed violently. Her face turned red

up with her hands and spitting out blood. She gasped for air, mouth wide open, taking long breaths before she finally started to regain her composure. Alexander casually seated himself beside her. He crossed one leg over the other

quietly, his hair disheveled, and shirt rumpled with two missing buttons at the collar. There were scratch marks on his chest that she must

now calm. He acted

eyes downward, her fingers knotted together. After