SLOANEI stand frozen, watching Ian’s anger unfold like a storm I never believed could exist. I always knew he processed emotions differently, but I dismissed it. He laughed, he frowned, he looked angry the way anyone else would.But boy, how wrong I've been.He hasn’t been living. He’s been repressing. Burying every feeling in a pit so deep it became a graveyard. And now, the grave is open, and everything he’s kept locked away is spilling out all at once: grief, rage, betrayal, pain so fierce it burns like hate.His eyes aren’t Ian’s anymore. They’re darker, wild and almost… unrecognizable.I should be terrified. And I am. But not because I think he’ll hurt me or the kids. What terrifies me is the power of it.The way his emotions consume him is like fire consumes air, and if I don’t act fast, he’ll lose himself completely.“Choose between my forgiveness and keeping little Tyson over there alive. You've got one choice, Sloane. What will it be?”Tyson groans on the floor, blood bubblin
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