Love Unspoken

Alexander's voice was deep and magnetic, his breath brushing against Quinn's ear, setting off a ticklish sensation. She lowered her head, her eyes tracing the patterns on his sweater as her heart pounded in her chest. "Because you got sick, you started misbehaving?" Alexander's words hung in the air. Quinn, slightly startled, lifted her head to meet his gaze. His eyes were deep, unfathomable.

They were married. Quinn's heart was in turmoil. She had always wanted to marry Alexander, but not this version of him. However, he was indeed Alexander, unmistakably so, and she couldn't deny this marriage just because she was sick. She loved Alexander, that was beyond doubt. Regardless of what form he took, he was still the man she loved. Her inability to accept him didn't negate her love for him. Quinn's emotions were a whirlwind, her feelings complex and tangled. After a moment of silence, Quinn's resistant gaze softened. She shook her head slightly, her eyes reflecting her internal struggle. Alexander's fingers lightly brushed her cheek, his voice a whisper, "So now, what should you do?" Perhaps his gentleness was disarming, causing Quinn to momentarily forget his usually cold demeanor.

Suppressing her nervousness, she leaned towards him, her lips seeking his. But in the next moment, Alexander turned his head, avoiding her kiss. Quinn froze, her mind racing. Had she crossed a line? Perhaps his words held a different meaning.

Alexander pulled her closer, pressing her head against his chest. His voice was a whisper in her ear, "Take out your phone, open the camera, and record it." His breath grazed her ear, "This way, you won't forget in the future." Quinn stiffened, her eyes wide with surprise. She lifted her head to look at him, his smile was slight, tempting, no different from the man in her memory. He was still him, capable of returning to his old self at any time. He could always become the person Quinn loved the most.

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