Chapter 6 5. Because you are mine

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"No one dares to touch what's mine and if they do they need to face the consequences"

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Author's POV

The unmasked face she was dying to see after unveiling raises a countenance that struck fear deep into her core. His once hidden face, now exposed, resembled a sculpture carved from stone, each line etched with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. His jaw, clenched with such force it seemed poised to grind bone to dust, exuded a raw power that made her throat constrict with dread.

He was better with mask, I guess!, She mutters in her head as she gulps hard in trepidation.

Rooted to the spot, her legs betrayed her, turning to trembling jelly beneath her weight. A wave of ice-cold terror surged through her veins, the realization sinking in that the demon before her was far more terrifying than any nightmare she could conjure.

She couldn't fathom what had provoked such a visceral reaction in him, yet the urgency of the moment demanded her presence, even as every fiber of her being screamed to flee.

God save me...!

'Told you let him get caught, he is a stalker. But no.. you were shutting me off only. Now, suffer the consequences', her subconscious mocked her for her stupidity and she cries internally.

With predatory precision, he advanced toward her, each step calculated to instill a primal fear that sent her heart into a frantic rhythm, its thunderous beats echoing in her ears alongside the ominous click of his shoes against the floor.

Her eyes, wide with a mixture of horror and fascination, refused to tear themselves away from his penetrating gaze. It was as if his eyes held her in a trance, forbidding her from seeking solace in the darkness behind her eyelids.

Her body, rigid and unyielding, stood as a silent testament to her fear, muscles tensed to the point of agony as he closed the gap between them, leaving only a sliver of space separating their bodies, a fragile barrier against the looming threat he represented.

As he drew near, her heart plummeted into the pit of her stomach, her breath caught in her throat as if time itself had frozen in anticipation of his next move. In his merciless gaze, she found no hint of compassion, only a steely resolve that threatened to sap the strength from her trembling limbs, leaving her knees weak and her will shattered.

Just before she could fall on the ground he leaned forward making her back touch the door. She looked all scared with his intimidating aura though he was controlling himself to destroy everything kept around him.

"You are mine... and no other person can touch or feel you. And most importantly, no one can love you. Am I clear?" His words cut through the air like shards of ice, his raspy, cold voice sending shivers down her spine.

What? Is he a psychotic stalker?

'Have you seen a sane man following behind someone?', her subconscious replies with a duh tone and she facepalms for her silliness.

"Am I clear, doll?" he repeated when she remained silent, his tone demanding compliance. "You're scaring me..", she said in a barely audible tone but he managed to catch it.

God... I'm freaking out!

Regret and Regret is what I feel to not listen myself.

*Subconscious smirks*

Turning his head to the left, he released a heavy sigh before refocusing his attention on her. With a rough hand, he cupped her right cheek, where her friend Matt's kiss had lingered, wiping it away as if it were a stain upon her skin.

Meeting her stunned gaze with softened eyes, he leaned closer, his touch gentle as he brushed his lips against her cheek, trailing toward her nose before hesitating near her parted lips. She stood frozen, a statue carved in disbelief, her wide eyes betraying her shock.

Realizing the impact of his actions, he softened further, his husky voice carrying a note of apology as he murmured, "I'm sorry." The simple words broke the spell, allowing her to draw a shaky breath once more.

"Just stay away from anyone, especially boys, because you are mine," he continued, his tone still possessive but less menacing. His fingers traced the curve of her lips, a silent reminder of his dominance. "I don't like it when people touch what is mine and only mine."

Now, I'm his!? What am I a piece of cake or property?

Despite having confusion and irritation beneath her, she nodded, acquiescing like a submissive kitten, yet he knew her spirit ran deeper, a rebellious queen cloaked in uncertainty. He was a new presence in her life, his intimidating aura becoming an unwelcome companion from their first encounter, instilling fear in all who crossed his path.

"Go to bed, doll," he whispered, and she obediently retreated, seeking refuge from his unsettling presence.

Run...and leave!, She screams in her head while he looks at her retreating back and she dare not to turn behind, feeling them well.

He then taking those takeaway bags which that bastard friend of her brought and went out for distributing it too needy persons. As she hates to waste food and that's what he learnt from her that if you don't want to eat just give it too someone else who can make it use instead of throwing it, to get waste.

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On the other hand, in the privacy of her room, Rihana sank onto her bed, her heart still racing from the whirlwind of emotions he had stirred within her. Despite his intimidating demeanor, she couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his rugged charm.

"Why is he so damn scary, yet undeniably handsome?" she mused aloud, frustration evident in her voice. 'Not again!' her subconscious, rolls eyes on her.

"And why does he insist on giving me orders?", She keeps on continuing making her subconscious give up on facts and join her with a sigh.

'Okay. Maybe it's because he is psycho-dominant', her subconscious replies and she groans internally for being logical again.

Ignoring her subconscious, as she grappled with her conflicted feelings, a nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her of his moments of patience and unexpected tenderness.

"He was different earlier, wasn't he?" her subconscious challenged, causing her to roll her eyes in exasperation.

"So what if he can be soft-spoken and calm," she retorted inwardly, brushing off the fleeting memory of his kiss. "He's still terrifying, nearly giving me a heart attack. Asshole, Jerk!"

Lost in her internal debate, she failed to notice his silent approach until he stood framed in the doorway, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow.

"Stop cursing, doll," he interjected, his voice cutting through her thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, you hate it," she replied bluntly, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she turned to face him, only to freeze in shock at the sight of him leaning casually against the doorframe.

"You enjoy defying me, don't you?" he remarked, raising an eyebrow at her defiant stance.

"Huh? No, why would I?" she stammered, attempting to mask her surprise with a nervous smile as she instinctively backed away.

"Why should I care about your likes or dislikes?" she muttered to herself, unaware that her words had reached his ears.

"Because you're mine," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone firm but devoid of menace, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I'm not yours," she protested weakly, only to be met with a steely glare.

"You are and will be," he asserted, his demeanor hardening as he climbed onto her bed, shedding his jacket to reveal a crisp white shirt.

"What's he doing in my bed?" she wondered, her confusion mounting as he settled beside her, his warmth seeping into her side.

"Let's sleep," he suggested casually, causing her to gasp in surprise before he gently guided her into a reclining position, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist.

As darkness enveloped them, she felt the tension drain from her body, replaced by a sense of security in his embrace.

"Just sleep, doll," he murmured, his voice lulling her into a peaceful slumber as she nestled her head against his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Why do I feel like I have a deeper and old connection with him? This soft but wild heartbeat is something which belongs to me", she mumbles internally before drifting to sleep, as she feels Deja Vu.