Colliding Hearts

𝟓. 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.

 

Within the confines of the dimly lit room, the four walls stood silent witness to the tempest brewing within the man. His amber eyes, like molten lava, blazed with unbridled fury, as if the very flames of his soul were dancing in their depths. His chiseled physique, honed from countless hours of discipline, was on full display, his toned chest and six-pack abs glistening with sweat that dripped like diamonds in the faint light.

With each successive punch, his bare knuckles crashed against the punching bag, the sound echoing through the room like a primal scream. His skin reddened, but he paid no heed, lost in the cathartic release of his anger. The AirPods tucked into his ears connected him to a voice on the other end of the line, the words spoken into his ear fueling his frenzy as he seethed with rage. His responses were terse, his voice low and menacing, as he sparred verbally with the person on the call.

Time itself appeared to bend to his will, stretching the moments into an eternity of raw emotion as he unleashed his wrath upon the bag. The sweat-drenched muscles rippled beneath his skin like a living thing, a testament to the turmoil that drove him forward. In this dark, intense space, the man was a force of nature, unyielding and unstoppable.

❝ Sir, we've tried tracing him, but so far, no luck. Our top priority is ensuring the ma'am's safety. ❞ The familiar voice crackled through the AirPods, its urgency and concern evident even in the brief words.

Zahab's response was a stifled growl, a harsh breath caught in his throat as he struggled to contain his mounting frustration and anger. His grip on the punching bag tightened, the leather creaking in protest as he channeled his emotions into a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision and force.

❝ Find him, no matter the cost! ❞ Zahab bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls as he slammed his fist into the punching bag. ❝ I don't care if he's hiding in the depths of hell, I want him found. ❞

As he spoke, a churning unease in the pit of his stomach threatened to consume him, his amber eyes blazing with a fierce, almost feral intensity. His mind raced with dark, unspoken thoughts, the whispers of which seemed to fuel his growing fury. The air around him seemed to vibrate with tension, as if the very atmosphere was charged with the electricity of his anger.

With a snarl of rage, Zahab tore the AirPods from his ears and hurled them across the room, the device shattering into a hundred tiny pieces as it hit the wall with a loud crash. The sudden, violent gesture was a testament to the tempest brewing inside him, the fragments of plastic and metal scattered across the floor like the shards of his own fractured control.

Zahab's hands shot up to his face, his fingers digging into his scalp as he pulled at his hair in frustration. Then, with a sudden burst of urgency, he sprinted towards the familiar door, flinging it open to reveal the washroom. He stumbled inside, flipping the faucet to unleash a torrent of icy water that streamed down his body like a balm to his frazzled nerves.

As he stood there, the water cascading down his skin, he slowly began to stroke his hair, the gentle motion a futile attempt to calm the storm raging within. But deep down, he knew the truth - his peace was elusive, a fleeting dream that only one person could bring to life. He needed her, and only her. The realization hung in the air, a haunting reminder of his vulnerability.

As if the universe itself had conspired to answer his heartfelt plea, a soft, melodious voice pierced the pin-drop silence of the room, sending shivers down Zahab's spine. The voice, like a gentle breeze on a summer's day, whispered his name, the familiar tone echoing through the stillness like a beacon of hope.

Zahab's heart skipped a beat as he froze, his senses heightened, his very soul attuned to the sound. It was a voice he knew intimately, a voice that had haunted his dreams and fueled his passions. The voice that had the power to soothe his savage heart and calm the tempests that raged within.