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Theme: Fears Made Real (Aria's POV) I feel as though the air is choking me, and the darkness is darker than normal. Xander's warmth envelops me as I lie beside him, but sleep won't come. I'm pulled into the same horror each time I close my eyes.

I sniffed the air again, feeling my heart beat start to race. What the hell was going on? I could sense fear and anxiety growing in me, which puzzled me because I definitely wasn't afraid. But the fact that my body was exhibiting signs of fear threw me off-guard. Fuyu had gone awfully quiet—not like he was being noisy in the first place. But there was something different about his silence and rapidly growing pheromones that made him questionable. The seriousness that surrounded his lost-in-thought self made me squint my eyes. The dread persisted, the cold drawing me out of the room. Something was wrong.

My breath caught in my throat as we continued to stare at each other, both of us breathing hard. “Answer me Xander, what are you fucking scared of?” He suddenly pulled away from me like I burned as he turned his back to me. “What is wrong with you? Why won't you…” "I'm scared that you'll fucking be like her! Okay! I'm scared that if I let you in, you'll betray me, you'll turn your back on me! I'm scared of losing anything dear to me! Do you understand?!" “Xander," I whispered in disbelief, not knowing what else to say.

Sunny felt his heartbeat increase at a dangerous rate. Yoonjin's death stare was scaring the hell out of him and he had an anxiety attack right there. The older had never looked at him that way and it frightened Sunny. He suddenly found it hard to breathe. "You what?" Yoonjin growled lowly. Namgyu 's brows furrowed when he noticed Hosun was beginning to hyperventilate, his face growing bright red and his eyes slowly fluttering open and closed. "Y– Yoonjin..." Namgyu muttered, tapping his friend's thigh to tell him that something was happening to Hosun.

Tuesday, April 19, 2022 5: 10 p.m. I’m on my counter, receiving orders again, and looking here and there, if he is here or not. I’m too afraid of him. I’m thinking about him all the time that why he is here. I can’t focus on my work and my body is still shivering. My hands are shaking while writing orders. But I have to do work. I can’t leave. I fear that if I go to home now and if he is here, he will follow me up to the home and I don’t want it to happen.

“I can live with that. Just do what you can.” “I’ll need to open em up to put em back. Lemme go get my things, and I’ll be right back.” Xander paled considerably at the thought of me being butchered under his eyes. The anxiousness and fear seeping through our bond almost made me want to gag again. “If you need to say something, say it. Otherwise, stop making me feel your tornado of emotions. It’s making me dizzy,” I told Xander dryly. His face curled, and he quickly placed a knee to the ground, lowering himself to eye level with me.

That was embarrassing. His eyes were open slightly, and Isabella found herself staring straight into them. She should have been glad when she had seen him Hurt. He was a vampire who fed on blood and Hurt people, but she realized that she had never been so scared in her life when she thought that he was going to die. The thought of him dying sent chills all over her and she couldn't even understand herself any more. Right now, she was so happy to see that he was going to be okay.

But this was fundamentally, terrifyingly different. The beast staring back at Jax wasn't just lost to its temper; it was entirely consumed by the abyss. Fennigan’s chest heaved with shallow, jagged breaths. His nostrils flared violently as his feral mind tore itself apart, trapped in an agonizing purgatory somewhere between absolute, blinding fear and a cold, world-ending rage. He looked like he was a fraction of a second away from ripping his own heart out of his chest just to make the silence stop.

"You're not taking this seriously." "I am," he assured me. "But Maya, Xander thrives on fear. He wants you to panic. He wants you to feel like you have no control. He doesn't have me. If he did, you wouldn't be seeing mirages and visions, you'd be seeing reality." I swallowed. "But what if he does something?" He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Let him try." I traced the lines of his face with trembling fingers, reassuring myself that he was really here. "Fine. But tell me, what happened in Ashbourne? What happened with Finn?"

Burned in like they belonged there. It's been a long dry spell. After Xander Chen, men felt unsafe. Unreliable. Like a bad bet. After being kidnapped, my nerves were shredded. My body was wound too tight, desperate for something to release the pressure. That combination alone explains it. Exhaustion. Fear. Want. Nothing deeper than that. There is no other sane reason. "Lana?" Sophia's voice slices through my thoughts. "Hmm?" "Is there anything else you'd like to try on?"