The threat

Harald

I breathed hard, watching Glory's face as she held the gun tightly, as if that object represented something sacred to her. It was impossible to believe that this woman, who had once been everything to me, had now become my greatest threat. The intense glow in his eyes was a mixture of deep pain and unhealthy obsession. And that glow was focused on me, asking me for something I didn't know if I could handle.

"Please, Glory… You don't have to do this. We both don't need this," I murmured, trying to maintain control even though my hands were shaking and my heart was beating so loudly I could hear it.

She laughed softly, an almost empty sound, as if she were mocking my weaknesses. Laughter echoed off the walls of the room and hit me like a blast of cold air. Gloria moved slowly, and I felt the heat from her body as she got closer. The gun was still held tightly in her hand.

"Harald, my love… do you really believe I don't need this?" She whispered, her tone soft and cruel at the sam