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Ah, this is exactly what I needed after a grueling day.
These bloody fools-coming to me as if they were begging to be my prey. There's a twisted satisfaction in seeing their fear, in watching them crumble under my gaze. They thought they could touch what belongs to me? The thought alone ignites a dark pleasure within me.
Now, Azra is safe. But she will learn that running from me has consequences. She will understand the depths of my control and the price of defiance.
Tonight, she is both rescued and punished. The darkness within me demands it.
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In a flash, Alihan lunged forward, his fist connecting with the man's face. The second man crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from his nose.
"That's bad manners," Alihan said, calmly wiping his hand with a handkerchief. "Interrupting someone's conversation." He paused, his gaze locking onto Azra's. "I hate it. Especially when my sweetheart is talking."
Azra's face flushed red, a mix of fear and something else stirring within her as Alihan's eyes bore into hers, his presence both protective and dangerously intoxicating.
The third man rushed at Alihan, but for Alihan, it was child's play. He grabbed the man with one hand, effortlessly throwing him to the ground.
He then turned towards Azra. The first man put a knife to her neck. "Don't come near me!" he shouted, his voice shaking.
Tears streamed down Azra's cheeks, her eyes wide with terror.
Alihan didn't stop; he continued walking towards her.
"Stop there!" the first man screamed. "No, I'm not lying. I'll kill her! Don't come any closer," he threatened.
Just as the man pressed the knife harder against Azra's neck, a loud gunshot echoed through the alley.
Silence.
A bullet had pierced the man's forehead perfectly. He dropped to the ground, dead on the spot.
