The Tangled Truth: Between Betrayal and Belief
Adrian's grip on Jule's hair was unyielding, his fingers weaving through the strands to tilt her face towards his. With one hand firmly on her waist, he imprisoned her between the solidity of his body and the cold, unyielding wall. His gaze bore into hers with such intensity that it seemed to pierce through to her very soul. In a whisper laden with dark promise, he questioned, "Where do you think you are going, kotyonok?"Jule could only stare back into the depths of Adrian's eyes, a wellspring of tears threatening to breach the dams of her eyelids. With a voice barely above a whisper, fractured by emotion, she pleaded, "Adrian, leave me alone, please."A chuckle, low and menacing, rumbled from Adrian's throat as he leaned in closer, his breath a ghost over her skin. "Never," he vowed, the word a sinister caress against her ear. "I meant it when I said I will never leave. Even if I die, I will come back from hell to haunt you, kotyonok."…
