Alex closes the door behind him as he enters the room. He walks closer to Riya, cornering her. A menacing grin on his face. Riya’s heart starts to pound, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him. *Oh God, please, not again.* She cowers. Vulnerable, petrified, and still reeling from shock, Riya breaks down and sobs uncontrollably. Her jaw hurts as she cries, sore from the unendurable deepthroat from last night. Her throat feels chafed and inflamed. Her body is covered in bruises, hand prints, and bite marks, but very cleverly so- only on areas hidden under her clothes. Alex would never risk letting anyone know, staying true to his dark nature. He makes the rules, and he gets his way.
To Riya’s surprise, Alex gently holds her by the shoulders, leans forward towards her, and plants a kiss on her forehead. He tenderly runs his fingers through Riya’s silky strands. “Breathe…I got you” and astonishingly downregulates her. The tears fade, she feels her back relaxing, the tension in her muscles eases, her breathing returns to its normal pace, her heart stops palpitating. The anxiety escapes from her mind and body. In that moment, Riya is soothed by the Alex she knew. A sense of familiarity, a sense of safety.