Love Unspoken

The bodyguard snapped to attention and swiftly moved, dagger in hand, towards Sebastian's index finger.

"Stop!"

Orion's anguished voice rang out from the doorway, nearly crawling as he rushed in, shouting, "Alexander, don't!"

But he was a step too late. The bodyguard's blade descended once more.

This time, Sebastian didn't scream. He clenched his eyes shut, his face contorting in agony as the blade fell, emitting only faint, muted noises.

Witnessing the scene, Orion's legs gave out, and he collapsed, rigidly fixated on Sebastian, tears streaming down his face as he huskily called Sebastian's name. The words strained from his throat, each syllable a struggle as Orion crawled toward Sebastian with shaking hands, desperate to provide aid.

Reaching Sebastian, he gazed at the severed fingers, his lips trembling, his face drained of color. Ignoring Alexander beside him, Orion frantically tore his clothing, using the scraps to bind Sebastian's wounds.

"Sebastian, I'm sorry I'm late..." Orion murmured to himself, voice choked with emotion as he tended to Sebastian's fingers, his tone unusually strained, "Hang in there, Sebastian."

grim reaper in human

behind, observing the blood-smeared scene and the unconscious Sebastian, her face a canvas of shock and disbelief. She stood motionless at the doorway, her gaze eventually shifting towards

gaze, locking eyes with her. Their gaze met, a moment of silent connection, where

as she clutched the doorframe, her body trembling slightly. Despite her visible distress, Alexander remained aloof, showing no sign of guilt or self-awareness at being caught in the

finished bandaging Sebastian haphazardly, he raised his tear-streaked

and anger was evident, a clear desire to

cruel?" Orion's voice quivered with anger or perhaps profound sadness,

question should be directed at Orion himself. When you choose to defy me, you must

him to the cost of

leisurely towards Orion, "I had hoped that you, Orion, would have learned from the lessons taught by those beasts earlier. I overestimated

at him condescendingly, a faint smirk playing at his lips, "Seems besides

gruesome