✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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Ada didn't flinch. She simply met his gaze, her dark eyes blazing with a fury that promised destruction. She wasn't shouting; she was radiating.
"Live with your dangerous life," She pushed him and walked out of the house, carrying nothing.
She slid into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, a deep, resonant growl that vibrated through the silent coastal night. Her fingers gripped the wheel, knuckles white. The rearview mirror caught her reflection: pale, determined, and terrifyingly beautiful.
"You can keep your excuses, Vidyut," she muttered to the empty seat beside her, the phantom of his presence. "I'm done begging for a version of you that doesn't exist."
She slammed the gearshift into drive, and the car launched forward, a black missile tearing through the manicured hedges and onto the coastal highway. The digital speedometer climbed—80, 100, 120, 150 miles per hour. The engine shrieked in protest, mirroring the agonizing, high-pitched scream of betrayal trapped in her own chest.
"She's out of the perimeter, sir," Knight murmured.
Vidyut didn't take his eyes off the feed. "Naturally. She's angry. She found a new way of punishing me. Let her have the moment."
He leaned back against the leather seat, the thrum of the high-speed car a soothing rhythm against his paranoia. He was not merely obsessed; he was pathologically devoted. Ada was the only person who had ever seen him, truly seen the man beneath the monster, and still offered him love—only to have that love brutally betrayed by his necessity.
Protest all you want, darling. I will always protect you.
That was the creed of his devotion. She hated him for the darkness, but that darkness was precisely what guaranteed her safety in the vicious, subterranean world he commanded. He would never let her go, not because he was possessive of an object, but because she was the only light in his world, and without her, he would simply cease to exist. He had lost her trust, but he would never lose her presence. He would just have to make his surveillance better, his protection more invisible.
