LOGINAuthor's POV Vincent stood there, motionless like a child caught in his own mistake.For the first time in a long while, the man who never bowed to anyone felt small.Aria rummaged through the table, not searching but destroying. Drawers were yanked open, things thrown aside, her movements sharp and reckless, fueled by a rage she could no longer contain. Papers scattered across the floor, the room echoing with her fury."I just read a little," he whispered, trying to explain Before he could say another word, Aria grabbed the first thing her hand found and threw it at him.It struck his head with a dull thud. He caught it instinctively, a sharp, dramatic hiss escaping his lips as pain bloomed.Arias stared at him, fury blazing in her eyes, refusing to acknowledge the drama in his reaction. He saw her not reacting, so with more drama, his body sank to the floor as if the blow had made him.For a second, she didn't move.Then the hardness on her face cracked. Color drained from her c
Author's POV Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her firm, protective. He lifted her effortlessly, one arm under her thighs, the other around her back. Her fingers instinctively clutched the fabric of his shirt, and he held her close to his chest.He carried her to the bed.The bed dipped as he sat down with her still in his arms, his grip tightened around her waist, pulling her onto his lap as if it were the only place she belonged.Her heartbeat trembled against him.His lips hovered above the side of her face, brushing her temple, her cheekbone, the corner of her jaw in soft, lingering touches.His hands slid down, wrapping around her ankles gently before lifting her legs. He took her cold feet in his hand. “You are cold,” he whispered, a crease forming between his brows. He took her foot in both hands, rubbing slow circles into her skin, warming her with his own heat.Aria watched him, her chest tightening. A man who could burn the world without blinking was n
Author's POV After dinner, they stepped into the small bedroom.Aria felt lighter now her mother’s presence always had that effect on her, softening the weight on her chest.Vincent looked around slowly, taking in every corner of the room.“Is this your room?” he asked, his voice low.Aria nodded, pulling a blanket from the cupboard.“Yes….”It was a small warm room, filled with little things she had collected over the years. A few books stacked unevenly, a cracked photo frame, handmade crafts, a tiny glass jar filled with dried rose petals… pieces of the girl she used to be.Vincent walked further in and leaned his weight on her study desk, the wood creaking softly under him. His eyes moved over her things Vincent ’s eyes scanned the cluttered table.His hand slid to the drawer.He opened it.A stack of diaries lay inside, their covers worn, pages slightly yellow.He glanced at Aria, who was busy, lost in her own world.He pulled the diaries out.His thumb brushed over the cover, a
Author's POV His breaths were ripped out of him as he ran through the corridor, the guard struggling to keep up while leading the way.He reached her door and didn’t pause, he shoved it open with a desperate force.His eyes searched the room wildly…..till he found her.Aria was sitting on the hospital bed, pale, exhausted, the doctor gently pulling out the empty IV tube from her hand.A small wince escaped her when the needle slipped out.That was all it took.Vincent crossed the room in a single set of long, sharp steps closing the distance in seconds.The doctor placed a cotton pad against Avani’s hand and wrapped a small bandage around it. She gave Aria a soft smile and stepped aside to leave.Vincent reached her and pulled Aria into his arms.A tight hug, his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her as he had nearly thought he lost her again.His chest rose and fell against her cheek, each breath heavy with fear he hadn’t processed yet.Aria froze for a moment… then slowly h
Author's POV Warring --- TortureThe stench of blood had settled into the room so deeply that it felt alive, thick, metallic, clinging to the air.The shaky breathing was echoed in the darkness of the room. The kind of breath a body gives when it is halfway between life and death.He lay on the cold floor naked from head to toe, every piece of clothing had been torn away during the torment. His skin was a map of violence: bruises blooming purple, cuts carved deep, dried blood stiff against his skin.His finger… They were gone.Every single one was ripped out.The raw torn flesh shivering alive with every weak inhale, and drops of blood slid silently from them.He was almost dead, just trapped between two worlds.Footsteps echoed in the basement, slow and heavy.The body on the floor reacted before the mind did a broken flinch, a tremor running through ribs that felt too fragile to survive one more breath.Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life.The sudden brightness stabbe
Author's POV Before anyone could answer, the door swung open.And there he was.Vincent stood at the threshold wrecked, wounded, barely holding himself upright.A thick bandage wrapped around his head.His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead with sweat.His right hand was covered in plaster, the white surface stained with dried blood.His left arm hung stiffly in a sling.He looked like someone who had dragged himself through hell just to reach her.Behind him, a junior doctor rushed in, breathless.“Sir, please you just wake up out of critical condition!” the staff boy shouted, grabbing at the tubes.“You can’t run like this! You pulled out the IV pin and your hand is bleeding again please stop!”But Vincent didn’t even look at him.His eyes…Those grey, stormy eyes that always carried danger…Now held only one thing….Desperate. fear…fear of losing her.Aria's gaze dropped to his hand the one the doctor was talking about and the sight stole her breath. Blood slid down his finge
Aria's POV We walked down the stairs together. He moved with effortless energy, while I struggled to keep up. My legs still felt weak, every step reminding me of what had happened in the bathroom.But him?He walked as if nothing had happened.As if he wasn’t the reason I could barely walk straight
Aria's POVThe train began to move slowly, wheels screeching against the tracks, making a sound I didn’t want to hear.I stood frozen on the scratched road, my hand half-lifted in a goodbye I wasn’t ready to say.Mom leaned out the window slightly, tears welling in her eyes just like mine. She wave
Aria's POVThe morning sunlight made me wake up from sleep slowly. Sitting on the bed, I blinked as the familiar ceiling hovered above me. I felt my body stiff and heavy, unable to get up from the bed.For a second, everything felt blank.And then, like pieces of glass falling into place, last nigh
Vincent POV Her body jolted, but the cuffs kept her restrained on the table, blood trickling down her arm. My jaw tightened as I watched her.She deserved worse."Please! You know me!" she sobbed, her body shaking in insane pain.I stopped looking at her and whispered, "Who the fuck are you?"My l







