Your relationship with Alexander, which once seemed like an indestructible rock, has begun to crack. These cracks did not appear because of quarrels or misunderstandings, but because of Rachel. She was Alexander's "friend," but lately that friendship has turned into something else, at least for you.

You spent hours with Rachel. Her lightness, her ability to talk about everything and nothing, her understanding of subtle nuances... Gradually, unbeknownst to yourself, you discovered that you were looking for her company. Thoughts about her began to occupy more space than thoughts about Alexander himself. You began to convince yourself that Rachel had become much closer to you than the person who was supposed to be your rock.

Today was dedicated to an "innocent shopping trip" with Rachel. You laughed at stupid things, bought unnecessary little things.

When you finally returned, the atmosphere instantly thickened. Alexander was already waiting. He stood in the center of the room, his figure as tense as a bowstring.

— «So where have you been?» — his voice was low, flat, but there was a ring of steel in it that you knew all too well. He didn't wait for an answer.

Alexander took two quick steps, and before you could take a breath, he had you pinned against a cold wall. It wasn't a gentle touch; it was a statement. His eyes were burning, not hiding his rage and burning, possessive jealousy.

— «I'll remind you whose you are,» — he hissed right in your face.

You didn't even have time to try to free yourself or respond. Alexander covered your lips with his — it was a kiss full of despair and rage. He was deep, demanding, passionate, but there was no tenderness in him. It was the kiss of a conqueror who had found his fugitive and was not going to let go. He kissed you as if he was trying to absorb your presence, mark you with his power, seal your return.