Darius's POV
I fight against every urge surging through my body, resisting the pull of release that claws at me with a desperate intensity. Even though it feels like I'm being ripped apart inside, I won't give in. I can't. With a deep breath, I summon all the strength I have left and pull Allison up by her elbows, forcing her to meet my gaze. The struggle within me is merciless, but I'm determined not to let it win. I'll remember this moment and relive it later, alone, but right now I have one mission: to snap her out of this illusion.
I push her back under the cold spray of the shower, my clothes clinging to me as water drenches us both. The chill hits her like a slap, and she thrashes wildly in my grip.
"No! Shit! Fuck you!" she screams, her arms flailing, unsure where to aim her fury. But I hold her steady, firm, keeping her beneath the icy water, refusing to let go until she's herself again.
