When Broken Souls Collide

7.Protection

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In shadows dark, he stands tall
Protecting her, from harm's call
Vengeance in his eyes, love in his heart
Forever bound, they'll never part

Author POV:
Exhausted from her late-night shift at the five-star hotel, Selin decided to take a detour to the seaside, seeking solace in the calming waves. The 20-minute walk seemed harmless, but fate had other plans. As she strolled, three men emerged from the shadows, their lewd comments and catcalls piercing the night air.

"Hey babe, where are you going so late?" one sneered. "Let's go to my place, you'll have fun."

Another chimed in, "You're so beautiful, I want to fuck you."

The third attempted to touch her, but Selin swiftly broke into a run. Her feet pounded the pavement until she tripped on a stone and fell. The men surrounded her, their grasping hands sparking a desperate panic.

Selin screamed, "Don't touch me! Please, somebody save me!" Her voice echoed through the desolate night, haunted by memories of her father's abuse.

Danieal, a mafia boss with a troubled past, frequently visited the seaside to escape his demons. Tonight, he'd come to drink and gaze at the waves. Selin's cries pierced the darkness, drawing him to her aid.

Without hesitation, Danieal fought off the attackers, his gun and combat skills honed from years of protecting his empire. As the last assailant fell, Selin's eyes closed, her whispered pleas fading into unconsciousness.

Danieal rushed Selin to the hospital, his heart heavy with concern. In the ICU, he gazed at her fragile form, IVs attached to her arm. The doctor assured him she needed rest, but Danieal's attention lingered on the scars on her hand.

Those scars spoke volumes, etching a deeper connection between them. Selin's beauty captivated him – her brownish eyes, brownish hair, and pink lips. For the first time, Danieal felt vulnerable, his defenses crumbling.

As Selin opened her eyes, memories flooded back – her father's face, his hands on her. Panic set in, but a gentle voice cut through the darkness.

"Selin, wake up. No one is touching you. You're safe with me."

Danieal's warm hands enveloped hers, calming her racing heart. The doctor explained she'd had a panic attack, but Selin's gaze locked onto Danieal's, searching for answers.

Danieal's eyes, once cold and calculating, now shone with concern and affection. He hugged her tightly, his warmth dispelling the shadows.

"I love you, babe," he whispered. "You're safe with me. I know you've lost trust in me, but I'll do anything to build it back."

Selin's voice barely above a whisper, she thanked him for saving her. Danieal's smile and gentle squeeze sparked hope within her.

Maybe, just maybe, she could trust him again. Maybe she could learn to love him, to let him in.

As Selin looked into Danieal's eyes, she saw something new – love, acceptance, and a deep longing. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a spark of possibility.

Danieal:

As I stepped out of the hospital, my mind still reeled from the image of Selin lying unconscious, IVs attached to her fragile hand. The scars on her skin seared into my memory, fueling a raging fire within me. I vowed to find the monsters responsible and make them pay.

My car pulled up to my mansion, a grandiose structure that served as both a sanctuary and a fortress. I exited the vehicle and walked toward the garden, my thoughts consumed by the events of the night.

The garden's serene beauty belied the darkness that lurked within. I made my way to the steel rooms at the back, a makeshift prison designed for those who dared cross me. The air was heavy with anticipation as I entered the dark room.

Two men cowered before me, begging for mercy. The third lay lifeless, a testament to the consequences of attempting to flee. My gaze locked onto the pair, my anger simmering.

"You dared to touch what's mine," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "You thought you could harm her and escape unscathed?"

I slipped on black gloves, the leather creaking as I clenched my fists. The first man, older and worn, trembled.

"Please, spare me!" he pleaded.

I raised the hammer, its weight solid in my hand. "You should have thought of that before you laid hands on her."

With one swift motion, I brought the hammer down, severing his hands. His screams echoed through the room.

"This is mercy," I hissed. "You should thank me."

The second man whimpered, urine staining his pants.

"You," I said, my voice dripping with malice, "will suffer a slower fate."

I chopped off his hands and feet, rendering him immobile. His cries turned to shrieks as I unleashed my hungry dogs.

They devoured him alive, their growls and snarls mingling with his screams.

"This is what happens when you touch what's mine," I declared, my voice cold and detached.

As the dogs finished their gruesome task, I turned to leave.

"Selin is mine," I whispered to myself. "Mine to protect, mine to love."

I returned to the hospital, my heart still heavy with concern. Selin's safety was paramount, and I'd ensured it.

Guards stood outside her room and patrolled the hospital corridors, ever vigilant.

I entered her room, finding her peaceful. The doctor assured me she'd recover, but I knew the scars ran deeper than flesh.

For now, I'd watch over her, keeping the darkness at bay.

As I gazed at Selin, a sense of resolve solidified within me:

No one would ever harm her again.

She was mine, and I'd protect her with every breath.

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