42 parts Ongoing Mature"Where the fuck have you been?" Denovan's voice is calm, yet laced with quiet menace.
I freeze, my mind racing. Why is he in my room? And more importantly, why does he even care? He made it clear he doesn't.
"I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION!" he suddenly roars, snapping me out of my thoughts. His fury is undeniable-the bulging vein in his neck, the sharpness in his eyes.
I swallow hard, my heart hammering. "I... it's none of your business," I manage, though my voice betrays me with a slight stutter.
Wrong answer.
In a flash, he's on me, slamming me against the wall, his hands locking my wrists in place. His breath is warm, his grip unyielding.
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FATE HAS A WAY OF WORKING ITS MAGIC.