I'm Never Letting You Leave

Jaxx's Point Of View She was gone. The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, almost mocking finality, and still, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed glued to that spot. That one damn spot where she’d just been standing. Like if I stared hard enough, she might reappear, maybe say something else that would cut me, tease me, tempt me, destroy me. Elena. Her name rolled through my mind like a thunderclap, sharp and heavy, shaking loose everything I thought I’d buried. Everything I pretended didn’t matter anymore. But it did. She did. A slow, dangerous smirk twisted my lips, not the charming kind. No, this one was hollow, crooked, bitter… soaked in a dark kind of satisfaction. The kind that coils in your gut and tells you something's coming. Something ugly. She hated me. Fucking hell, she loathed me. And I could feel it. Taste it. The venom in her glare, the rigid tension in her voice, the fire in her touch when she shoved me away… God, it was intoxicating. She burned hotter than ever. A woma