𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter 49

Note: please proceed to read "only" if you are comfortable because this chapter is a "bit" just a bit little uhm yk already what I mean.

So yeah, and please make sure to vote and comment and not be a silent readers because I'll appreciate that and that's the only way we can unlock the other chapters of this book.

And ik the last chapter target was not completed but since I have made you all wait for too long, so I'll just give this one to you as an apology as well as a thank you for still reading it.

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[Continuation of y/n's pov]:

He was just... looking at me.

Really looking.

The warmth of his body was a solid, real thing pressed against my side, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness I woke up to every other morning.

It felt like a dream. Like our argument from the party and the screaming from last night had been wiped clean from the slate.

There was no anger in his eyes, no cold calculation. Just... a quiet, steady gaze that felt... warm.

Everything felt warm. His arm around me, the morning sun, the way he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room.

It was so confusing it made my head hurt. My brows drew together without me even realizing it, a deep frown etching itself between my eyes.

I was lost in it, in him, staring right back while my mind scrambled for a foothold, for an answer to the million whys screaming inside me.

Then his hand moved. Slowly, deliberately. My eyes followed the path of his fingers as they came toward my face. He didn't stop until the tip of his index finger pressed gently into the furrowed spot between my brows.

The touch was so unexpected, so intimate, it made me freeze.

"Do you often wake up looking tense?" His voice was a low rumble, gravelly with sleep. He raised an eyebrow, his finger still resting on that spot, like a silent command.

I flinched, my brows instantly smoothing out as if his touch had erased the tension. I quickly looked away, my cheeks slightly heating with embarrassment.

He saw it all, the involuntary reaction, the swift retreat, but he said nothing.

For a long minute, we just stayed like that in the quiet.

But the spell was broken.

The reality of the morning, of him, came crashing back. I needed space. I needed to get out of this bed, away from this confusing warmth.

I started to move, shifting slowly, testing the waters. His arm around my waist loosened its hold.

A tiny spark of relief. He was letting me go.

But then.

In one fluid, shocking motion, his grip tightened. He flipped me onto my back, the world tilting for a dizzying second until I was staring straight up at the ceiling.

Before I could even process it, he was over me, caging me in, his weight on one elbow beside my head. I wasn't looking at him from over my shoulder anymore. I was trapped, facing him directly.

A soft, startled gasp escaped my lips. My eyes dropped down, my heart hammering against my ribs, before I forced myself to slowly, nervously, glance up.

He was just looking down at me, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held mine captive.

Then he leaned in. So close that his lips brushed the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down my spine. His voice was a whisper, soft and deadly.