Love Unspoken

Walter's gaze fell upon the gun in Alexander's hand, causing him to take a step back. A chuckle escaped his lips as he taunted, "Come now, Oliver.

The game loses its charm when you resort to such tactics.""Do you find pleasure in games?" Alexander inquired, his voice as cold as steel."That depends on the game," Walter retorted, a smug lift of his eyebrow punctuating his words. "If you're audacious enough to brandish a gun, why not muster the courage to end me? Right here, in front of Quinn."

Despite the looming threat of the gun, Walter exuded an air of fearlessness. His laughter was bold and unapologetic, stemming from a conviction that Alexander wouldn't dare pull the trigger under Quinn's watchful gaze.

The source of this confidence was a secret shared only between the two men.Quinn's fingers intertwined tightly, her eyes darting anxiously between the two adversaries. Upon hearing Walter's audacious words, Alexander's gaze shifted subtly, acknowledging Quinn's presence in his peripheral vision.

A smirk tugged at Walter's lips. "You know, Alexander, if you're going to play the villain, you might as well commit fully. Otherwise, you'll end up empty-handed. "His words had barely left his lips when a gunshot shattered the silence of the wilderness.

her eyes. Walter was on one knee, a fresh wound on his other leg

him with icy contempt. "Killing you? That

pain crossed Walter's face, but his smile remained

Walter lay on the ground, where the rain had left the cobblestones slick with puddles and mud. His blood mingled with the muck, staining

for the complete experience all for free.

a seat. Walter turned to Quinn,

her ankle.It bore a resemblance to a digital watch, but it was metallic, and instead