The morning after their last confrontation, Elara awoke with a heavy heart. The oppressive weight of the night’s events lingered in her mind like a dark cloud. She couldn’t escape the feeling that things had shifted irrevocably, that she had crossed a line she could never uncross. And as much as she tried to shake it off, she knew in her heart that the tension between her and Alistair had reached its breaking point. It was no longer just about power or control—it was about dominance, possession, and something far more dangerous.
She had been living in fear for weeks, trying to stay one step ahead of Alistair, but she could feel the walls closing in around her. Every attempt to find freedom had been thwarted. Every escape, real or imagined, had been crushed by his relentless pursuit. There was no hiding from him, no place where she could feel safe. And the worst part was, she knew he was always watching, always waiting for the right moment to strike.
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