Obsessed to Hate Him - Chapter 3: Captive

... ke a dagger to my chest, sharp and unrelenting. My heart clenches, sweat beads form on my hairline, and my pulse thunders in my ears. Survival instincts flare as I stagger back, nearly tripping. My hood slips down, exposing my face to the towering figure before me. I force my expression to remain neutral, though panic crawls beneath the surface.

Kian's eyes bore into mine, sharp and calculating, as if he is stripping down my thoughts layer by layer. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice low ...