Caging Fire
My hand gripped the door handle as I stepped into the room.
Everything about this place screamed neatness, control, darkness—just
like him.
No wonder his mood is always so damn grumpy.
I shut the door behind me and walked to the wardrobe. I just needed something to wear until my clothes arrived.
Vivian
A T-shirt would do.
knowing my parents, they’d never send my luggage.
They’d probably burn it first.
Shopping today itself, I sighed.
When I opened the wardrobe, my jaw dropped.
Row after row of clothes—black, grey, white.
The same shades, the same cuts.
Vivian
Why would a man need this much when it all looked the
same?
I muttered as I shuffled through for a T-shirt. Not even one?
Sebastian
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
The voice behind me made me yelp. My head snapped around.
He stood in the doorway, one
hand in his pocket, the other clenched tight, his eyes dark with fury.
Sebastian
Get away from my things
Before I could react, he pulled me back and shoved me against the wall.
His arms caged me in,
his eyes boring into mine.
Sebastian
Just because I let you stay in my room doesn’t mean you can go through my things.
Stay. In. Your. Limit. Got it?
But even after his words, his breathing was still rough, unsteady.
Sebastian
What were you looking for?
He asked again, trying to control his temper.
I pushed past his arms, standing straighter than I felt.
Vivian
A T-shirt. Change of clothes since I don't have one
He muttered something under his breath—“Excuses, always excuses”—before grabbing a black tee from the wardrobe.
He tossed it onto the bed.
Sebastian
Wear it. If you want something, ask. Don’t go snooping.
My fists clenched, teeth tight, but I kept my face straight as he left.
Vivian
You knew this would happen. It could get uglier too. You came prepared,Vivi. It’s okay.
I picked up the T-shirt and headed to the bathroom to change.
Once I got changed and dressed, I stood in front of the mirror.
On me, it almost looked like a dress.
With a sigh, I tied a knot at the side, then pulled my hair up into a bun.
Grabbing my phone and wallet, I headed out for shopping—alone.
A few hours later…
I walked back inside the house with my hands full of shopping bags, stuffed with only the
necessary things.
For now, this will do, I thought. The house was dark, the lights completely off.
I slowly entered his room and placed the bags down carefully, trying not to make a sound.
The last thing I wanted was to wake the devil.
Sebastian
Where do you think you’re coming from?
I gasped audibly, my eyes catching him in the dim light—glass in hand.
I couldn’t tell, and honestly, I didn’t care.
I muttered, quickly grabbing a few clothes and heading toward the bathroom.
But before I could step inside, I was yanked back into a hard chest.
Sebastian
This isn’t your f*cking place to come and go as you please.
Sebastian
This is my place. If you’re
staying here, you follow my rules.
I ripped my hand free, glaring up at him.
Vivian
Listen—just because I married you doesn’t mean I’ll bow down to everything you say.
Vivian
You’re my husband by name, nothing more.
Vivian
So be in your limits. I’m not your punching bag—by hands or by words.
Without another glance, I stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
The next moment—smash!—the sound of glass shattering followed by heavy footsteps.
The door to the room slammed open, then shut again as he walked out.
I exhaled shakily, leaning against the cold tiles.
Author
That's it for today!!!!
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