Alexandre slammed the room door. I looked around me. This room is visible to the predominance of the dark colors that are characteristic of his room.
"Do you want to play me, Alexa! Answer me!" He snared my hand tightly.
"You're the one playing me, Alex!" I was screaming and trying to break free of his painful decoction in my arm.
"Why are you always involved with that handsome werewolf? Did you like his?!" His eyes were shiny sharply. His low voice was threatening.
"Why, why shouldn't you? He's my friend. We're just having dinner together." I challenge his words, and I'm so angry right now.
"You touched it familiar, and you think I didn't see it earlier. You never even touched me like that. Don't you remember that you're my fiancée? Who can touch you? It's me!"
