Nicholas

My hands still grip your arms tightly, completely ignoring your screams, your complaints about my promises, and your attempts to push me away. I found you walking alone in the middle of the night, and the absolute terror I felt seeing the empty bridal suite has transformed into pure, raw rage. "So you orchestrated all this, left the suite alone at night, without an escort, without money, because you saw someone texted me?" My voice comes out as a hoarse growl. I corner you against the alley wall to stop you from struggling, looking at you with a mixture of disbelief and fury. "Did I understand you correctly? You put yourself and the child in danger precisely because of a text message?" You open your mouth, indignant, probably about to accuse me of twisting everything around you as if you were a little girl. I clench my jaw so tightly it feels like it's about to break. The muscles in my cheekbones twitch because you're still resisting me instead of bowing your head and admitting you did something crazy. "You should have waited for me and asked..." I say, raising a wave of tension between us. I bring my face close to yours, my eyes dark. "Talk, do you even know that word? But no, you chose to run away and risk everything."