Unbeknownst to her, Xylon wore a peculiar smile, one that danced upon his lips like a hidden secret, unnoticed amidst the chaos of her panic.
Xylon's arms wrapped tightly around Eva's waist, pulling her close against his body.
His grip was firm, almost suffocating, as if he was determined to merge their forms into one. With a tone laced with superiority, he spoke, his words cutting through the crashing waves like a sharp blade.
"Pathetic, as usual," he remarked, his voice dripping with disdain. "You see me and throw yourself into the ocean without a second thought. I told you, Eva, you are mine, bound to me in servitude long before any formalities were necessary."
Eva felt herself pressed against him, her body almost molded to his, a physical manifestation of his dominance and her subservience.
