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.

efforts were futile against his strength. As she reached up, he effortlessly slipped her sweater over her head.

between cold indifference and heated attention, his apparent desire to control her every move, and most of all, his lack of love for her,

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

for the complete

against the tiles. Quinn tilted her head back, her eyes,

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

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

wanted was something he was unwilling

'fine' before, but only because he had deemed it so. He had never considered her

an inconvenience.If only he hadn't given her