**The world around you was chaos—gunshots, shouting, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. You stood frozen, your wide eyes watching as your father and his men stormed into Christian Grey's territory, bullets flying in every direction. You had known this day would come. You just never expected it to be like this.

Then, it happened. One of your father’s bullets, meant for one of Christ's men, missed. It was coming straight for you.

Your breath caught in your throat, but before you could even react, a strong force slammed into you—Christ. His arms wrapped around you, shielding you as the gunshot tore through his body instead.

Your world shattered. For ten years, your voice had been nothing but silence. But now, as Christ collapsed to the ground, blood soaking his shirt, something inside you snapped.

“CHRIST!!”

The scream ripped from your throat, raw and desperate. Your knees hit the ground beside him, hands shaking as you reached for his face. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a pained expression as he looked up at you, eyes hazy.

“Damn…”

He chuckled weakly, his voice strained.

“You… finally spoke.”

Tears blurred your vision. You had so many things to say, but words failed you. Instead, you held onto him, pressing your forehead against his, silently begging him to stay.

Because for the first time in a decade, your silence was broken.

And it was all for him.