Love Unspoken

Walter, far from being angered, actually chuckled and made no move to step aside. "Oliver, you come here alone spewing threats. Don't you find that laughable?"

Alexander narrowed his eyes, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Why don't you guess why I dared to come here by myself?" Walter studied him for a long moment, attempting to read something from his expression, but eventually gave up.

"Whatever," he smiled again, turned his head towards the kitchen and called out, "Quinn, come out." Upon hearing this, an unusual flicker of emotion crossed Alexander's face. Instantly, he fixed his gaze on the kitchen door, staring intently. After a few seconds, Quinn slowly walked out from inside and stood at the doorway, head bowed. Alexander's reaction brought a hint of satisfaction to Walter's face.

"Quinn, tell Alexander, do you want to go back with him?" Alexander's eyes bore into her. Quinn remained silent, and the silence stretched on.

"Quinn, come here!" Alexander suddenly raised his voice, a threatening undertone creeping in his call. Quinn flinched slightly. For her, whether she stayed with Walter or went with Alexander made little difference.

that Alexander didn't need her, that she was always the unchosen one, that he could abandon her for anything and anyone, made her vehemently resist the idea of returning. His life remained unchanged with or without her. His presence here was merely a play

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thick with the invisible smoke of a standoff, as both men

to face the man she had once considered her everything. In his eyes, there lingered the old assumption that she would obediently come to

Quinn shook her head subtly. Alexander's gaze shifted, then his expression darkened at an alarming rate. He moved swiftly toward Quinn.

the blow with a step to the side, Walter's other hand whipped out, now brandishing

head, avoiding the blade, and immediately

to catch it mid-air with his left hand. Walter lunged with a reverse stab, but Alexander retreated just in time, feeling the blade graze