She froze for a moment; at that instant, he radiated an aura of danger.
Instinctively, she tried to push him away, but his hand was immovable.
"Rachel, I love you!" he murmured. "Not just for your lovely appearance, but for every side of you that only I can see."
He straightened up, looking down at her with an intensity that made her heart race. "So, you can't love anyone else. Not even think about it."
He needed her to be his, he had to make that absolutely clear. He wanted to possess her completely, to erase any trace of uncertainty that could cause problems.
Was loving someone really this terrifying, yet also this consuming?
Did his father love his mother in the same way back then?
Was that why, after she left, even living became a luxury for him?
He thought he would never love anyone again.
Even if he got married and had children, it would only be to provide an heir for the Gray Family.
