His HELL Chapter : 3

Chapter : 3

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"She’s fighting a battle she can never win completely, but refusing to surrender gives her purpose."

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Time skips

1 AM. The knock was soft, almost hesitant. Adonis wasn’t asleep

Adonis Sorrentino/Ml lead

(He opened the door to find Isola standing there, her face unreadable under the dim hallway light. She said nothing. She never did. Instead, she walked past him, heading straight for his bed before sinking onto it, lying flat on her stomach.)

Adonis Sorrentino/Ml lead

(let out a slow breath, closing the door behind him. She never asked for help. But she always came to him when she needed it.)

He moved to the bed, fingers brushing against the hem of her oversized t-shirt. Lifting it just enough, his hands found her lower back, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles there. She was in pain. He knew why. She was on her period.

The signs were always the same—the stiffness in her posture, the way she pressed her stomach against the mattress, as if grounding herself against the discomfort. She’d never complain. Never say it outright. But Adonis had learned her body better than she had. Because he had shaped it, owned it, ruined it.

Adonis Sorrentino/Ml lead

(His hands moved in slow, practiced motions, working the knots out of her back with just the right pressure. Not too soft. Not too rough. She wouldn’t want comfort—but she needed it.)

Adonis Sorrentino/Ml lead

“Want a painkiller?” (His voice was low, unreadable.)