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.

against his strength. As she reached up, he effortlessly slipped her sweater over her head. Her resentment towards

desire to control her every

news story. Her grievances erupted uncontrollably, and with a sudden burst of energy, Quinn rose from the stool, her fists flailing at him. Her punches

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cool bathroom wall. He lifted her hands high, pinning them against the tiles. Quinn tilted her head back, her eyes, red and glaring, locked

mirrored in her intense gaze.Alexander watched her in silence. For a moment, the only sound was the running

the steamy haze. His face was impassive, his brow slightly furrowed, the only indication

he was

but only because he had deemed it so. He had never

nothing more than an inconvenience.If only he hadn't given her false hope