Hasinastory Stories

She looked at him like he was the only thing keeping her world from falling apart. Not loudly. Not openly. But in that quiet, breaking way where the heart clings even when the mind is scared to admit it. The moment his gaze shifted toward her, she froze. Her eyes dropped instantly-turning away as if the wall beside her held something safer, something steadier... like a museum piece she could study to escape the chaos inside her chest. But there was no escape. Her hands were still bound, wrists marked by rough restraints that reminded her she had no control over anything right now-not even her own breath. A small cut traced her cheek, stinging every time she blinked, but she didn't flinch. She had learned not to. What truly hurt wasn't the pain on her skin. It was him. Standing there. Close enough to touch... yet feeling like a storm she didn't know how to survive. And still-against all fear, against everything she should have felt-her heart refused to stop looking for him. Like he was the danger. And the only safety she knew at the same time.