تسجيل الدخول∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Stay on this floor and don’t wander around alone."Zachary adjusted the cufflinks around his ankle while speaking, his tone was calm but carrying that same dangerous firmness that always sounded more like an order than a request.I sat against the bed with my arms crossed. "You say that as if I’m some reckless child."His eyes slowly lifted toward me, and we both stayed silent for exactly two seconds.Then simultaneously, he stated flatly. "You got shot because you ran directly into gunfire, and you call yourself not reckless?" "As if you chaining me to bed can be considered as acceptable?" I shot back immediately.A faint smirk appeared on his lips as he tried to defend himself. "And yet somehow you’re still the impulsive one between us." I narrowed my eyes at him while he walked closer toward the bed. The chain around my ankle had finally been removed that morning after endless arguments and repeated promises that I wouldn’t try to do anything that might reopen my w
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"You’re staring again." Zachary pulled my cheeks, as if he is eagerly waiting for my recovery, and that imagination alone made me nearly drop the tablet in my hands. I frowned immediately and looked away from him toward the rain-covered windows."I’m not.""Hm."That single sound alone carried enough disbelief to annoy me.I shifted slightly against the pillows while narrowing my eyes at him. "Why do you always answer like some emotionally unavailable villain in a drama?""Because I am one." "That’s not something to be proud of."He ignored that completely and continued watching me with that same calm expression that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking half the time.Unfortunately for me, my eyes betrayed me again, because they kept drifting toward his mouth.Then toward the dragon tattoo partially visible beneath the rolled sleeves of his shirt.Then lower.Very unfortunate decisions overall, a faint smirk slowly appeared on Zachary’s lips, and that only
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Because losing you once was enough."The moment those words left his mouth, something inside my chest tightened painfully. Outside, rain continued crashing violently against the windows while thunder echoed through the darkened room, yet somehow none of it felt louder than the silence settling between us now.I stayed leaning against him quietly, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, and for some reason, that realization made my throat feel strangely tight.Zachary’s fingers moved slowly against my arm in absentminded circles, careful and soothing in a way that still felt completely unnatural coming from someone like him."You know," I muttered eventually into the quietness, deliberately letting my voice drop lower, "normal people usually buy flowers when they’re worried about someone.""Hm.""Not chains.'That finally earned me the faintest hint of amusement from him."I can buy flowers too if you want... What kind of flowers do you like?" I
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"What kind of psychopath chains an injured person to a bed?"The very first thing I heard that morning was the soft metallic clink near my ankle, reminding me that yesterday there hadn’t been some fever-induced hallucination. Zachary had actually chained me to the bed like some mentally unstable criminal who mistook concern for imprisonment.I glared at the restraint again in disbelief while carefully sitting upright against the pillows. Morning light spilled through the massive windows, calm and warm, in complete contrast to my growing irritation."Unbelievable…" I muttered under my breath before tugging the chain again out of pure stubbornness.Bad idea.Sharp pain shot through my shoulder immediately, making me hiss through clenched teeth. "Arghhhh!" Wonderful. Now I was injured, trapped, and annoyed before breakfast.Just then the door opened.Zachary walked inside carrying a tray of food like this was the most peaceful domestic morning imaginable. His black shirt
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Don't ask me as if you don't know," I rolled my eyes at him acting like he was innocent who has no idea about what I'm saying.He stayed silent for a moment, then quietly as if he was remembering a part of something he couldn't forget, he said, "you might not remember, but I remember the way you ran toward me without hesitation... When you collapsed in my arms after taking that bullet, for the first time in my life, I learnt the meaning of helplessness, even now whenever I close my eyes I fear that you might disappear... Why did you even do that? Why did you save me?"I stared at him blankly.Because honestly?I still didn’t fully understand why I did it either.The memory of Raymond aiming directly at him still made my chest tighten unpleasantly."I wasn’t thinking properly," I muttered eventually."That’s obvious.""Are you insulting me while taking care of me?" I narrowed my eyes at his words."Yes.""At least you’re honest."A faint huff escaped him. Not quite a lau
∆EZEKIEL POV∆"You’re not leaving this room."The moment those words left Zachary’s mouth, irritation immediately surged through me.That's the same dialogue he has been repeating from the past one week though I'm recovering well... He is acting more like a strict father not allowing me to leave the bed even for a second.I stared at him from the edge of the bed, already dressed despite the dull ache spreading through my shoulder and chest. The stitches still pulled painfully every time I moved too quickly, but after being trapped inside this room for days, I was officially losing my mind."You do realize I’m not dying anymore, right?" I asked dryly while reaching for the jacket laying beside me.Zachary, who had been standing near the window while speaking to someone on the phone moments ago, finally turned fully toward me. His expression remained calm, unreadable as always, but after spending enough time around him, I had started noticing the tiny changes he probably thought nobod
∆NO POV∆"Aren't you going to answer?" Zachary raised an eyebrow, his voice was low, but the seriousness in it left no room for avoidance.Ezekiel’s throat tightened.For a moment he simply stared up at Zachary, the weight of that question pressing heavily against his chest while the cold air again
∆EZEKIEL∆"What's your motive behind following me?" Zachary asked in a voice that had suddenly lost all trace of amusement as his eyes fixed on me with a cold intensity that made the air in the room feel heavier.My heartbeat stumbled immediately because that tone was very different from the teasin
∆EZEKIEL∆"Didn’t you say you would do anything I say just a minute ago?" Zachary asked from the door, watching me with the calm patience of someone who already knew how this situation would end.For a brief moment I simply stared at him, then I forced out a bright laugh that sounded far more confi
∆EZEKIEL∆"Spread my legs? My ass," I shot back before my brain could catch up with my mouth. "Try it and I’ll break yours."For half a second there was silence, thick and uneasy.Then they laughed.Not normal laughter, but the kind that crawled under your skin







