For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

14. They are crazy

(Improvised Version)

Could you possibly love someone forever?

I scoffed inwardly, the very notion revolting against every fiber of my being. I had never believed in such sentimental nonsense, and I wasn't about to start now.

One lifetime filled with genuine love was worth more than an eternity of emptiness—more than a thousand years steeped in despair and hatred.

But a life like that, filled with love and happiness, seemed like a distant dream now, forever beyond my grasp.

The longing for that one pure, undiluted love still simmered in my heart, an ache that never seemed to dull. But it was a longing that would always remain unfulfilled—a mere fantasy in a reality that offered nothing but pain.

How could I even think about pure love after everything I'd been through? Especially when the one who'd tormented me was sitting right in front of me.

"I promised her an eternity with me..." His words echoed in my mind, and the determined gleam in his eyes sent a cold shiver down my spine.

There was a chilling finality to those words, a promise of a future I dreaded—an eternity trapped under his control.

But did he say it because he loved me? The idea was laughable. Love wasn't about threats or force. Love didn't feel like a suffocating noose tightening around your neck.

All I saw in his eyes was madness—the desire to possess, to dominate.

His hand moved, and I instinctively flinched. His fingertips brushed against the bandaged wound on my neck, sending a shudder through my body.

The horrors of that night came rushing back, the helplessness, the fear... It was still so fresh, still a raw wound in my mind.

His eyes seemed to glow even brighter at my reaction. But instead of anger, a dark, twisted smirk tugged at his lips.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest as he leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches from my ear. His warm breath fanned against my skin, making it prickle with unease.

"Do you want to dishonor my mark again, mate?" His voice was a cold whisper, sending icy chills racing down my spine.

The threat in his words was unmistakable, and I felt the walls closing in around me, trapping me once more in his grasp.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his cruel smirk still in place. My pulse hammered in my ears as he reached out, taking a strand of my hair and twisting it around his finger like it was some sort of game.

His touch made my skin crawl with revulsion.

"I think I need to show you who you really belong to," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance, each word like a blade slicing into my already frayed nerves.

I shivered at his words, my eyes darting around desperately, searching for someone—anyone—to step in and help me.

But they all stood there like statues, their faces blank and indifferent, as if they were watching some twisted drama play out before them.

"Zev..." I whispered, my voice barely holding back the panic. The moment his name left my lips, a ripple of unease spread through the room.

Even Steven and Nate looked pale, their eyes betraying a flicker of fear.

Unraveling the strand of my hair he had twisted around his finger; Zev cupped my cheeks with both hands. His eyes were dark, almost black, filled with a hunger that made my skin crawl.