Running From You I Negan x Maggie (ENGLISH VERSION)

Chapter 22: Oh i love it and i hate it at the same time - PART II 🚫+18

"Shut up and listen to me now
Look at my eyes
Don't ever lie
I need you to tell me the truth ."

Trust exercise:

Maggie grabbed his hand again, this time with less hesitation, and let him guide her. He led her through the apartment, taking her to the small bedroom. The furniture was sparse: just a double bed and a dresser beside it. Everything felt impersonal, like a temporary hotel room. Negan guided her to the bed and gently laid her down. He leaned over her, his eyes locked on hers, and planted a short, almost respectful kiss before pulling back.

— Wait here this time. — He murmured, his voice carrying something Maggie couldn't fully decipher.

She watched him leave the room, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway. The sound of his footsteps retreating echoed louder than it should, leaving the space suddenly too quiet. Maggie tried to control her anxiety, but the silence wrapped around her like a heavy blanket. She looked down at herself, still practically naked, hesitating over whether to cover herself with the sheet. But before she could decide, Negan returned.

He entered the room holding a metal bucket in one hand—Maggie recognized it from the bar they had wrecked—and in the other, his red bandana. Its vibrant color stood out against the dim lighting, like a stark reminder of the intensity he carried.

Negan closed the door with his foot, the muffled sound barely breaking the room's oppressive silence. His eyes found hers again, and there was something different about them now. It wasn't anger, nor the overwhelming intensity from before. It was softer but still carried that weight that made his presence impossible to ignore.

He walked to the dresser, setting the bucket down carefully before focusing entirely on her. Maggie watched him with suspicion, her heart pounding in her chest. When Negan knelt on the bed and began moving closer, she leaned back slightly, instinctively trying to keep some distance.

— What are you doing? — The question escaped before she could hold it back, her voice sounding more controlled than she felt.

Negan didn't answer immediately. He lifted the red bandana he had brought, holding it lightly between his fingers. But his gaze, fixed on hers, was anything but casual.

— This is for you. — His voice was low and disarmingly calm. — I want to blindfold you.

Maggie froze. His words made her breath quicken, as if the air around her had grown heavier. She shook her head, refusing instinctively.

— No. — The word came out firm, but there was a subtle tremor in it.

Negan leaned closer, his eyes locking on hers. There was no challenge there, no provocation. Just patience. A patience so unnerving that Maggie almost recoiled. It wasn't like him, and that made her even more uncertain.

— Maggie. — He said slowly, his tone more persuasive than insistent. — Trust me. You'll like this.

Her hesitation was palpable. The red bandana felt like both a threat and a promise. Maggie felt the panic rising inside her, a knot forming in her stomach. This wasn't something she'd ever done. It wasn't something she allowed. The idea of yielding, of letting herself be vulnerable, was almost unbearable.

Still, there was something in his voice, something that made her falter.

— Just for a moment. — Negan continued, his whisper creeping closer, as if trying to reach the part of her that hadn't fled yet. — I just want you to feel. Don't think. Don't fight. Just feel.