Chapter Forty-Eight
The silence in the room was suffocating, almost unbearable. Stefan’s words echoed in my mind, the weight of them crushing the breath from my chest. “You’re mine,” he had said, and even though I tried to push the thought away, it was impossible to ignore. The simple truth of it hung in the air, wrapping itself around me, suffocating me like a thick fog.
I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do next. I had felt trapped before, but this? This felt different. I had thought that if I resisted long enough, if I stood my ground, I could break free from him. But the look in his eyes—the raw intensity, the predatory certainty—made me wonder if I ever had a chance. If I had already lost the battle without even realizing it.
Stefan moved closer, his presence engulfing me, pushing me further into the corner of the room. He stood too close, his mere proximity making me feel small and insignificant. His eyes were dark, his gaze so intense that it was hard to look away.
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