Quantum Obsession | 18+

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" We found the person who'll bell the cat "

They scream together and stare at me.

" Mee , no please " I plead blinking my eyes .

But none of them listen to me reluctantly I agree, the urge to see him after such a long day is also too much.

After a long time of stacking all the food.

I leave for his office.

Ofcourse I'm not afraid of him.

But the moment I open the door, I freeze, the sight in front of me making my breath hitch.

The entire room looks like a battlefield.

All the things loitered everywhere.

He sits on the couch staring at the wall.

While his hand bleeds painting the floor red.

My heart races as I rush to him, with a frantic concern

" Sir , what happened?" I exclaim, my voice trembling with worry.

He looks up, his eyes red, expression strange as if it's a mask of calm control, and

when I reach for his hand, he jolts away, his movement sharp, almost defensive.

" Don't " he commands , his voice steady dominating yet there's a firm warning laced within.

I feel a rush of frustration mixing with my worry.

"How did this happen ?" I nearly cry out, tears spilling from my eyes as I try to grasp his palm, this time refusing to let him retreat.

I can't tolerate blood and violence

And he is doing exactly that.

It's pissing me off.

"You can't just hurt yourself like this! It's not okay!"

He holds my gaze, his deep grey eyes shimmering with a warmth that melts the edge of my anger.

"It's just a scratch," he replies, his calm cocky demeanor is irritating me more.

" This is a scratch ? This is bleeding, you brute " I frantically search for the first aid box.

He doesn't answer just sits there like a statue.

Sometimes I feel like squeezing his throat to take out his arrogance.

" Where the hell is the box ? " I scream, my voice cracking with tension and finally I find it on the bottom drawer.