Love Unspoken

In the confines of the bathroom, Alexander guided Quinn to perch on a stool, his hands deftly manipulating the shower controls to adjust the temperature. "Take it off," he commanded.Quinn sat in silence, her head bowed low, her fingers nervously intertwining in her lap.

She showed no intention of moving, her resistance evident in her stillness. Alexander's gaze fell upon her, his voice echoing in the tiled room once more.

"I said, take it off."His words were no longer a request, but an undeniable command that resonated with authority.

Yet, she remained motionless, her defiance palpable. With a sigh of impatience, Alexander replaced the showerhead on its hook and stooped to undress her himself.

Quinn's arms instinctively wrapped around herself as she twisted away, her actions tinged with a newfound defiance.

In the next instant, he seized her shoulders, spinning her back to face him. With a swift, forceful motion, he removed her jacket, discarding it without a second thought.

to push him away in a frantic motion, but her efforts were futile against his strength. As she reached up, he effortlessly slipped her sweater over her head. Her

unpredictable shifts between cold indifference and heated attention, his apparent desire to control her every move, and

burst of energy, Quinn rose from the stool, her fists flailing at him. Her punches

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bathroom wall. He lifted her hands high, pinning them against the tiles. Quinn tilted her head back, her eyes, red and glaring, locked onto his. She had never been

her intense gaze.Alexander watched her in silence. For a moment, the only sound was the running water, the shower spraying against the wall, droplets scattering onto his coat, leaving darker spots on the black

locked in the steamy haze. His face was impassive, his

the air, unanswered. What she wanted was something he was unwilling to give."Wasn't everything okay before?" He lifted her chin with his

you want?"Quinn merely stared back at him, her gaze flickering. Yes, everything had been 'fine' before, but only because he had deemed it so. He had never considered her feelings or desires; to him, her obedient compliance was what

only he hadn't given her false hope repeatedly,