🔱 BROKEN 🔱
A feeling of hopelessness, loneliness and despair. A feeling that leaves a person empty, blank and stone cold because of it. Usually accompanied by a lack of self worth.
Cause: Trauma, depression or loss of a loved one. Sometimes all of...
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He was in front of her in seconds, fury burning in his eyes,
"What?" He gritted out, his hand twitching on her neck.
He moved so fast, she hadn't noticed his hand until then. As soon as she had asked, his hand reflexively shot up to her neck. She gulped.
"You—you heard me."
Eros' grip tightened, his eyes burning with rage and yet, with something else she couldn't decipher.
"Move out." He gritted out again, looking like he was trying hard not to break her neck.
"I'm not scared of you, Eros." She said, though her body was telling her otherwise. Her eyes were teary and her knees were wobbly, but she refused to acknowlegde it.
He smiled.
He actually smiled. But there was nothing humorous about it. It was a malicious smile, that should never be accompanied by such a handsome face, and yet it suit him,
"Really?" He paused, his grey eyes searching hers with a new intensity that Ashley hadn't seen before, nor wanted to ever again.
She suddenly let out a cough, running out of breath. He really was choking her. The more she tried to gasp for air, the harder it was to actually get any.
His smile dropped before he straightened up and released his hold on her . He looked down at her pale self as she sunk to the ground, gasping for air; her hands around where his had been. He felt a sharp jolt slide across his chest; guilt. But it had to be done, she needed to be scared of him from this point on. His jaw ticked as turned and walked out of the dorm room without another word, not caring about his bloodied shirt and the heads that poked out of the other rooms eager to know what all the commotion was about. He couldn't blame them.
***
Eros understood Gregor's message loud and clear. It was a warning for him. Somehow, he has found out that he's been getting a bit too distracted and needed to be reminded about the situation he was in. He did not have time to sit around and pursue a woman, he had far greater things to worried about, like his father, for example, and finding Kayden.
Eros gritted his teeth and walked to the man's office. Even so, what was the point of scaring her to that extent? What would have happened if he hadn't been with her? What was he going to have the man do?
He pushed the director's door open and walked in, immediately greeted by his bodyguard who stood at the very back of the room; with a rifle pointed at the door. Gregor was seated behind his desk, typing away on his mother's laptop. He clenched his jaw as he shut the door behind him.
Gregor had a shaved head, and was about 5'9. His green eyes—identical to Ally's—lifted and met Eros' grey ones with a smug look in them, knowing why he was standing in front of him,
