[𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒] [𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍]
Gabriel Sinclair was no saint, and he made no pretenses about it.
Ruthless, cunning, and unhinged -those words only begin to scratch the surface of his true nature.
Like a merciless hurricane, h...
Struggling for air, I gasp like a fish out of water, the fiery ache in my lungs intensifying with each passing moment. Gabriel's grip around my throat tightens steadily, like a thorned vine digging painfully into my skin. The searing sensation radiates through my entire body, blending with the metallic tang in my mouth. Vision grows hazy, edges blurring as adrenaline rushes through my system, urging me not to yield so easily.
Desperately, I claw at Gabriel's forearms, fingers digging into his skin in a frantic bid for escape, but his hold is relentless. Each movement feels sluggish and strained, my muscles protesting against the lack of oxygen. Pushing Gabriel's buttons is a grave miscalculation —I hadn't realized how insane he could be.
"You're treading on thin ice with that bold mouth." he rumbles, his deep voice resonating like distant thunder.
It mingles in an ironic, bitter harmony with the relentless drumming of rain against the windows and the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat.
His eyes, deep and impenetrable as the abyss, bore into my struggle with chilling indifference. As the darkness stretches out before me, swallowing any trace of warmth or familiarity, Gabriel feels increasingly like an entirely different person. It's as if a veil has been drawn over him, rendering his usual self into an unsettling presence that I can't quite grasp.
He closes in on me, his breath heavy and tainted with the sickly sweet scent of grapes.
"I've tolerated your outbursts because, I admit, they've been somewhat entertaining." he pursues solemnly. "But you're far more naive than I originally thought if you believe threatening me is a smart choice."
Abruptly, as if struck by a bolt of wrathful lightning, his grip tightens around my throat, making it nearly impossible to draw in even the smallest gasp of oxygen. My senses spin, and I struggle to meet his gaze as he forces my head upward with a thumb beneath my chin.
"You're dead set on going down this road? Fine, be my guest. But don't act surprised when you realize you're in over your head." he warns, each word a pressing weight rendering me more breathless.
His eyes narrow into menacing slits, shadows deepening across his features like the encroaching darkness enveloping me.
"Stop playing the fool while I'm being considerate, Sorenn. Unless you want a taste of my true anger."
My brow furrows as the world sways and spins around me, his words barely registering amid the overwhelming confusion.
"A-Aren't you... already?" I manage to rasp out, my voice strained and ragged.
