33- Torn Between Desires

The day dragged on, slow and heavy, like a weight I couldn’t shake. I went through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Aiden, of the bond, of everything Marcus had said. I couldn’t focus on anything else.

By the time night fell, I was exhausted—emotionally, mentally, physically. I wanted to sleep, to escape the thoughts swirling in my head, but I knew it wouldn’t come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, felt the ghost of his touch. It was maddening.

I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind replaying every interaction we’d had. From the moment we met, it had been a whirlwind of tension, anger, and confusion. I had spent so much time trying to understand him, trying to figure out why he was the way he was. And now, it felt like I was finally starting to see the truth.

He wasn’t just angry. He was scared. Scared of what the bond meant, scared of losing control, scared of… me.

But where did that leave us? Where did that