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“Adrian… I’ve already accepted you. The least I can do is return the
affection you give me.”
He takes a deep breath and finally breaks the embrace.
“Then you better not go back on it, love. I’m going to want you to take
the lead all the time.”
I roll my eyes, letting out a smirk.
“Don’t demand too much, little angel. Otherwise, I won’t do it at all,”
I say jokingly, and his laughter explodes–light, breaking the weight
of the moment.
He intertwines our fingers, and we head out of the yard together.
We walk through the corridor easily, and he keeps squeezing my hand
lightly every now and then, as if he wants to remind me he’s still
holding it. His face looks peaceful, without a single worry, and that
pulls an internal smile from me,
It’s almost funny to think that days ago, I wanted to kill him… And
now here I am, walking beside him, feeling comfortable, even
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accepting the idea of being the submissive one. The human mind
really is bizarre: it adapts quickly to things we swore we couldn’t
stand.
We reach the mess hall and go straight to my old spot, the one that
was always my throne and now belongs to him. Strangely, I don’t feel
angry. I don’t even care about this shit prison anymore.
The title of “Enforcer” was never just about survival. It was for glory.
On the outside, my name already carried weight, and in here, I
wanted to make it even bigger. I wanted everyone to know who I was.
The fear etched on their faces, the lowered gazes, the forced respect-
all of it fed me. And deep down, it still does. There’s no point in
pretending that has changed.
We sit down, and Adrian pulls his chair closer, dragging it until he’s
almost pressed against me, as if the mere space between us bothered
him. He takes my hand again, and I let him.
Soon, TJ approaches with two trays. We don’t need to say a word; he
simply places them in front of us and nods to Adrian, who returns the
gesture. I try to focus on the food, but the scene bothers me.
Why?
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I know Adrian only has eyes for me, that he loves me. But still,
something inside me burns.
Holy shit… I hate this. Just that nod irritates me. My heart feels
heavy, and I can’t understand the reason.
He is mine; there’s no room for doubt. But even so, the insecurity
prods at me, as if at any moment he’s going to get tired of me.
Damn it, heart, stop with this bullshit feeling.
Wait a second… Did I say he is mine? Oh, hell. What a mess. I can’t
calm down. I’ve never been interested in anyone, and now I’m here,
trapped in this whirlwind, unable to control this fucking anxiety.
Even knowing that Adrian loves me, the insecurity doesn’t shut up; it
screams inside my head, that cursed voice whispering in my ear that
he’ll soon get tired of me.
But I’ve already admitted it to myself: I consider Adrian mine. Of
course he is mine. If I accepted him, if I let this boy break through my
defenses and enter my heart, then there’s no going back. He is mine.
But why can’t I calm down? My heart is racing, anxious, as if
something were wrong. Even after Adrian looked into my eyes and
said he’d never betray me, the distrust persists. No one loves that
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much forever. At some point, he might get tired of me. I’m sure of it.
“Love, are you okay?”
His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn my head and find his
eyes fixed on me, filled with concern. His hand touches my cheek
carefully, his thumb sliding as if trying to soothe me.
“Is everything okay?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
