Love Unspoken

In the confines of the bathroom, Alexander guided Quinn to perch on a stool, his hands deftly manipulating the shower controls to adjust the temperature. "Take it off," he commanded.Quinn sat in silence, her head bowed low, her fingers nervously intertwining in her lap.

She showed no intention of moving, her resistance evident in her stillness. Alexander's gaze fell upon her, his voice echoing in the tiled room once more.

"I said, take it off."His words were no longer a request, but an undeniable command that resonated with authority.

Yet, she remained motionless, her defiance palpable. With a sigh of impatience, Alexander replaced the showerhead on its hook and stooped to undress her himself.

Quinn's arms instinctively wrapped around herself as she twisted away, her actions tinged with a newfound defiance.

In the next instant, he seized her shoulders, spinning her back to face him. With a swift, forceful motion, he removed her jacket, discarding it without a second thought.

She attempted to push him away in a frantic motion, but her efforts were futile against his strength. As she reached up, he effortlessly slipped her sweater over her head. Her resentment towards him was growing.

His unpredictable shifts between cold indifference and heated attention, his apparent desire to control her every move, and most of all, his lack of love for her, all fueled her disdain.

Above all, she despised that news story. Her grievances erupted uncontrollably, and with a sudden burst of energy, Quinn rose from the stool, her fists flailing at him. Her punches landed on his body, their impact barely noticeable.

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With ease, he restrained her wrists, pushing her back until she staggered against the cool bathroom wall. He lifted her hands high, pinning them against the tiles. Quinn tilted her head back, her eyes, red and glaring, locked onto his. She had never been able to hide her emotions well, especially from him.

Her anger and hurt were on full display, mirrored in her intense gaze.Alexander watched her in silence. For a moment, the only sound was the running water, the shower spraying against the wall, droplets scattering onto his coat, leaving darker spots on the black fabric.

Their eyes remained locked in the steamy haze. His face was impassive, his brow slightly furrowed, the only indication of his internal turmoil.

"What do you really want?" he finally spoke, his question hanging in the air, unanswered. What she wanted was something he was unwilling to give."Wasn't everything okay before?" He lifted her chin with his other hand, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Tell me, what do you want?"Quinn merely stared back at him, her gaze flickering. Yes, everything had been 'fine' before, but only because he had deemed it so. He had never considered her feelings or desires; to him, her obedient compliance was what constituted 'fine.'

And now, her resistance was nothing more than an inconvenience.If only he hadn't given her false hope repeatedly, perhaps she could have settled into disappointment.

But the hope he gave and then cruelly snatched away had eroded her love. She was exhausted.So very exhausted.

Quinn inhaled deeply, opened her mouth, and managed to whisper, "Di-...""Don't you dare say those words," he cut her off, his tone reprimanding, as if scolding an unruly child. Her lips pressed together, Quinn remained silent.

Alexander caressed her jawline, his mind seemingly lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. "It must be Abigail who led you astray."At the mention of that name, Quinn's emotions surged with a force that was hard to contain. She struggled to break free from his grasp, her desperation manifesting in a futile attempt to kick him away.