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."

remained unperturbed, a grim reaper in human form, watching Orion

a canvas of shock and disbelief. She stood motionless at the doorway, her gaze eventually shifting towards the figure seated in the chair. He sat there tranquilly, as though detached from the unfolding

gaze, locking eyes with her. Their gaze met, a

knuckles whitened as she clutched the doorframe, her body trembling slightly. Despite her visible distress, Alexander remained aloof, showing no sign

finished bandaging Sebastian haphazardly, he

and anger was evident, a clear

be so cruel?" Orion's voice quivered with anger or perhaps profound sadness, "Sebastian is

towards him, replying coolly, "That question should be directed at Orion himself. When

blinds him to the cost

had hoped that you, Orion, would have learned from the lessons taught by those beasts

tilted his head slightly, gazing down at him condescendingly, a faint smirk playing at his lips, "Seems besides having a poor memory, Orion, your

red, visions of the dogs' gruesome deaths replaying in