You Don’t Love Me

As they entered the clinic, the atmosphere was fraught with tension, growls echoing through the corridors like distant thunder.

Cobra's growls.

" I want to see Anastasia. Call her now. Do not fucking touch me." Cobra's commanding voice cut through the air, demanding Anastasia's presence with an urgency that sent shivers down her spine.

Anastasia sprinted toward his room, so fast.

Rushing towards him, Anastasia enveloped Cobra in a tight hug, her touch a soothing balm against the storm brewing within him.

He did not hesitate before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, my love," Cobra's voice rumbled with frustration, his breath hot against Anastasia's neck.