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.

had no answer for him, but she couldn't ignore him either. She

into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her. She turned her head to avoid the kiss, but he gripped the back of her head, forcing her to face him. His bite on her lips felt less like a kiss and more like a

knew it, she found herself pushed onto the couch. He tore at her clothes, and a chill

desperation. Their blood mingled instantly, saliva and blood choking Quinn as she coughed violently. Her face turned red with the effort to breathe.Finally,

the floor from the couch, propping herself 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 and rested a hand on

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

her, his expression now calm. He acted as though nothing had happened. Quinn gestured,

cigarette, saying, "You still take my words lightly." Quinn cast her eyes downward, her fingers knotted together. After a