Lost in Rose Empire

**Summary:**

**Trapped in Alex's grasp, Rose trembled, her tear-streaked face betraying the desperation in her voice. "Please, Alex, leave me alone."**

But Alex only watched her with cold amusement, drinking in the sight of her vulnerability. *Even now, she's breathtaking. Damn, her tears only make her more tempting.*

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her skin. "You look stunning with tears," he murmured, pressing her hand against him in a ruthless command. *Suck my dick, Rose, if you want your sister alive.*

Disgust flared in her eyes as she yanked her hand away, but Alex was faster-pulling her back, her back flush against his chest. She struggled, but his grip was firm, his warmth unsettling. There was something about his touch, something raw and unspoken, that sent chills down her spine.

Rose's voice wavered with hatred and regret. "I should've ended you when I had the chance."

Alex chuckled, his lips grazing her cheek before licking away a tear. "Yeah, you should have. But you didn't. And now? Here we are."

His touch burned against her waist, igniting something she refused to acknowledge. She despised how well he knew her, how easily he unraveled her defenses.

"You can fight me all you want," Alex's voice was a dark promise. "But we both know this thing between us isn't going anywhere."

Rose's breath hitched-rage, fear, something else clawing at her. For a fleeting second, she almost gave in. Almost. But the thought of him winning snapped her back to reality.

"I won't be like this," she spat, her defiance slicing through the tension. "I won't let you win."

Yet, as Alex's grip tightened, a sinister smile played on his lips. *We'll see.*