Bound By Blood.

ch.60~ Escape.

"Give in already.
You know you want to."

Translated recovered correspondents between Order Memeber Alexandra Brooks, to Death Eater, Mattheo Riddle, 2003.

The safe house, 2003.

Alexandra.

"Just showing you how easy it is for me to get to you, Brookie."

What. The. Fuck?

My heart jumped in my chest as I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the sight before me.

Was this a sick fucking dream?

He's in my room.

In my house.

The way he sat on my bed, looming with that smirk, sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins.

Touching me.

He's touching me.

The way he leaned closer pulled me in.

George is right fucking there.

He leaned closer, his whisper sending chills down my spine.

"You're not as safe as you think. Certainly, not sharing rooms with him." he whispered with a scoff, as he looked over to George, and my breath seized to exist.

"You're not going to be able to hide from me. Not now." He smirked, his hand still firm on my face, and in that moment, I felt an exhilarating mix of dread and something else—something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I leaned back slightly, trying to gauge the storm brewing in his eyes, but he only pulled me closer.

This was insane—him here.

This was reckless.

He's lost it, I'm sure.

"You're going to feel what I feel," he said, and the intensity of his gaze sent another thrill through my veins.

His words pressed down on me like a weight, their meaning reverberating between us.

But I was painfully aware of every subtle movement of his body, the way his fingers still held my face, the tension coiling tighter with every passing second.

The chaos in his world clashed with my own, threatening to engulf me.

My heart raced in his presence, yet I found myself answering him curiosity rather than fear.

What had happened to us?

For a second, I thought he might do something.

What, I wasn't exactly sure.

I had stopped breathing since I opened my eyes, I'm not even sure I blinked.

But in the moment, I was sure, he was going to hurt me, in some way.

But before I could gather my thoughts, he leaned in closer, inches away from my face, eyes darkening with intensity as he whispered, "Welcome to my world, Brookie."

And just as quickly as he had come, he retreated.

It felt surreal, almost like I was still caught in a dream from which I couldn't wake.

I sat up on my bed, muscles rigid and tingling, my breath coming in rapid bursts as though I'd just sprinted a mile.

Reality rushed back in, stark and unyielding, as I looked around the room—of the stillness that now enveloped me.