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Fazza grits his teeth, his voice low, edged with something dark and furious.

"You think you can just walk away from me? You think I’d let you? After everything, after all I’ve done for you?"

I’m shaking. My pulse pounds in my ears, my breath coming too fast.

"This isn’t love… this is control." My voice trembles. "Let me go!"

His fist slams against the table, the sharp sound making me flinch.

"Let you go?!" His eyes blaze as they lock onto mine. "Over my dead body. You belong to me. No one takes what’s mine."

Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I refuse to let them fall.

"I was never yours to own!" My voice breaks as I try to push back, try to stand my ground.

But he moves too fast.

His fingers grip my chin, tilting my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes—eyes filled with something so intense, so consuming, it steals the breath from my lungs.

"Then why did you smile at me?" His voice is quieter now, but no less dangerous. "Why did you let me touch you?" His fingers press just a little firmer, his gaze burning into mine. "You think you can just throw me away like trash?"

A shudder runs through me as I struggle against his hold.

"You’re insane!" I spit, my voice unsteady.

He lets out a low, dark laugh, one that sends chills down my spine.

"No," he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, his lips just inches from mine. "I’m obsessed." His breath is warm against my skin, his words laced with unshakable certainty. "And I don’t share. No one else will have you. No one."

A whimper escapes me as I tremble in his grasp. My voice is barely a whisper.

"Please… don’t do this."

His lips brush against the shell of my ear, his voice dropping into something almost tender, but still terrifying.

"It’s too late for that, sweetheart." A ghost of a smirk touches his lips as he murmurs the last words against my skin. "You’re never leaving me. Never."