'Looking so good should be crime, no wonder why he is criminal'.
Shivaleeka Singhania
An Indian girl who is forced to marry someone she doesn't know. 5 overprotective Mariano brothers who can do anything for her and vise versa
Alexander Knight
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Soon, Alexander and I returned to my room, leaving Lorenzo to gather his thoughts in the quiet solitude of the living room. The walk back was heavy with unspoken words and lingering emotions from the confrontation.
As we entered the room, Alexander seemed hesitant, as if he didn't quite belong there. His usual confidence had been replaced by an almost fragile silence, and his gaze lingered on the floor. I could sense the weight he carried, the invisible burden that had become part of him since Alexia's death.
I sat down on the edge of my bed, watching him as he leaned against the wall, arms folded, his eyes distant. After a moment, I reached out gently, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Lex... you don't have to keep everything inside," I whispered. "I'm here."
His gaze softened as he looked at me, the sorrow in his eyes deepening. "Shivaleeka... I feel like I don't deserve to be here, to have you by my side." His voice was thick with emotion. "I let Alexia down. And now... I feel like I've let you down too."
I shook my head, rising to stand beside him. "You haven't let me down, Lex. You're carrying a burden that no one should bear alone. And I'm here to share that with you." I took his hand, holding it tightly in mine, offering him what comfort I could.
He closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath, as if allowing himself to lean on someone else, if only for a moment. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I don't know how I'd get through this without you."
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against him. The warmth of his embrace was fierce, protective, and charged with a newfound determination. I could feel his heartbeat—steady, resolute—against my own. It was as if he was drawing strength from our closeness, fueling himself for the battle ahead.
"It's time," he murmured, his voice low and filled with an edge of steely resolve. "Let's end this game for good. It's time to show them who the real king is."
I looked up at him, my own resolve mirroring his. There was no room left for fear or hesitation. With a nod, I answered him silently. We were ready—ready to put an end to the game we had planned all along.
As I looked up at him, his fierce resolve melted slightly, his eyes softening as they met mine. His gaze drifted down to my lips, and in that moment, the intensity between us shifted. I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against my skin, close enough that it sent a shiver through me. The world around us seemed to fade, and all I could focus on was the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing anchoring him to this moment.
His gaze flickered, searching my eyes as if seeking permission, his hands resting gently on my arms. He drew in a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is this... alright? Do you want this as much as I do?"
The tenderness in his question made my heart ache, and I felt my face flush as I nodded, my voice soft. "Yes... I do."
He closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was slow, almost reverent, as if we were both testing the waters, unsure yet needing it more than we could explain. His lips were soft against mine, gentle, as though he was savoring the moment.
