Nicholas grips the edge of the bar, his knuckles white. Y/N stands in front of him, her eyes defiant but confused.

Nicholas: "You shouldn't have let him touch you, mia cara."

Y/N opens her mouth to respond, but Nicholas cuts her off, stepping closer, his eyes blazing.

Nicholas: "Do you want to know why?" His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "Because you're mine."

He reaches out, gently but firmly holding her hand, displaying the ring on her finger.

Nicholas: "You wear my ring. You've faced come on my and hand." His words are raw, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding.

Nicholas: "You live in my head all the fucking time," he continues, his voice growing hoarse, "even if I don't want you to..."

He pauses, his eyes searching hers, filled with an intense longing.

Nicholas: "And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against her skin.

Nicholas: "Every." He kisses her cheek, then her jawline. "Single." His lips graze her ear. "Day."

Y/N shivers, caught between his passion and her own conflicting emotions. She doesn't pull away.

In that moment, the bar fades away, leaving just the two of them locked in a battle of wills and desires, each word Nicholas spoke echoing in the air between them.