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Axel trudged through the front door, his feet heavy with defeat. He felt like he was surrendering, like he was losing himself. The thought of working for Darius and being at his mercy made him feel cold and numb.

He went straight to the bedroom, seeking to clear his mind.

As he walked into the room, he came into view of her lying on the bed, her eyes closed and her face pale. Axel's heart ached with what he couldn't fathom. He wanted to talk to her, to tell her everything, but he couldn't find the words.

He stood there, frozen, his eyes fixed on her face. He wanted to say something, anything, but his voice was trapped in his throat. He felt like he was drowning, like he was losing his grip on reality.

He watched here's split open, knowing that she was never asleep but was only pretending, and he didn't make any attempt to wake her up or anything.

Their eyes clocked as she sat properly, her eyes roaming around his face, which had bruises that had already begun to heal due to the ring
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