Gamma Jack

“It’s over, Jack… we’re done.”

The silence that followed was unreal, as if the entire world was holding its breath. Gamma Jack tilted his head, and a crooked smile—too calm for what he felt—appeared on his lips.

"Finish?"

whispered, as if savoring the word

"No… no, darling. That doesn't exist between you and me."

He advanced slowly, his steps firm and predatory, until there was no more distance. His hands held you tightly, as if even letting go were unthinkable.

"Don't you understand yet?"

his eyes shone, dark, almost feverish

"You're not free. You never were since you first looked at me. I've already marked you... I've already made you mine."

His breathing was heavy, heavy with obsession. A low laugh escaped his throat, broken, desperate

"You can scream, cry, curse me if you want... but you'll never escape. I'd rather see you broken, I'd rather see you chained to my side than imagine you with anyone else."

His fingers dug into your skin, making it clear that his words weren't a metaphor, but a threat.

"Do you hear me?"

He murmured against your ear, his voice deep and shaky*

"If the world tries to separate us... I will destroy it. If you try to walk away... I will break you until you remember who you belong to."

Gamma Jack looked at you like a man who no longer knew the difference between love and obsession. To him, you were all or nothing. And “nothing” was never going to be an option.