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Keifer POV
I stepped forward, steady, deliberate, my voice low. "Jay… you think I don't know that? You think I don't see what I do to you?"
Her lips parted, chaos trembling in her silence.
Every flicker in her eyes was a mirror of my own storm.
I stepped closer again, my voice low, lethal, each word cutting through the air. "Jay… I don't treat you like nothing. I treat you like mine. And that terrifies me more than you'll ever know."
The words hung heavy, sharper than any kiss, heavier than any claim.
Her eyes widened, her breath uneven, her chaos colliding with mine.
And for the first time, I wasn't just clipped.
I was exposed.
Exposed in a way I hated.
Exposed in a way I couldn't control.
Because admitting fear was worse than admitting love.
Fear meant weakness.
Fear meant she could break me.
I clenched my jaw, steady on the outside, but inside I was unraveling.
She had the power to destroy me, and she didn't even know it.
Or maybe she did.
Maybe that was why her chaos burned so bright.
I held her gaze, unflinching, my voice low, deliberate. "You think I'm dangerous when I push you away? Jay… you haven't seen how dangerous I am when I can't."
Her breath hitched, her lips parted, chaos spilling through her silence.
And I knew — she saw me.
Not the clipped CEO.
Not the lethal husband.
The man terrified of losing her.
Terrified in a way that stripped me bare
Exposed me more than any kiss ever could.
And then she said it.
Her voice sharp, chaotic, trembling but bold. "Then maybe I want to see that dangerous man who can't push me away."
The words hit me harder than any accusation.
She wanted the side of me I fought to bury.
The side that didn't let go.
The side that claimed.
The side that burned.
I stepped closer, steady, deliberate, my breath heavy, my voice low, clipped. "You don't know what you're asking for, Jay."
Her chaos didn't falter.
Her lips parted, her eyes wide, trembling but defiant. "I'm asking for you, Keifer. For you to treat me like your wife, not like a random person in your life."
The words hit harder than any shove, sharper than any accusation.
Wife.
Not random.
Not disposable.
Wife.
My jaw tightened, my chest burning, my silence louder than any roar.
Because she was right.
I had treated her like chaos I couldn't control, like fire I couldn't hold.
But she wasn't chaos.
She wasn't fire.
She was mine.
I leaned in, my forehead pressed against hers, my voice low, clipped, lethal.
"You think I don't see you as my wife? Jay… you're the only thing in my life that feels real. And that terrifies me more than anything else."
Her breath hitched.
Her chaos colliding with mine,
Her silence trembling between fury and surrender.
And for the first time, I realized — she wasn't asking for love.
She was demanding it.
She was demanding me.
Her eyes burned into mine, chaotic, fierce, trembling but unyielding. "Then stop hiding, Keifer. Stop pushing me away. Show me the man who can't let me go."
Her words cut deeper than any blade.
She wasn't pleading.
She wasn't begging.
She was daring me.
Without thinking, she kissed me.
Her lips crashed against mine, chaotic, trembling, bold.
It wasn't careful.
It wasn't planned.
It was raw.
It was real.
For a heartbeat, I froze.
Because Jay never kissed first.
Jay never demanded.
Jay never claimed.
But tonight, she did.
Tonight, she burned.
Tonight, she demanded me — and I couldn't deny her.
I kissed her back, hard, hungry, unrestrained.
Her chaos collided with my clipped control, shattering it into pieces.
Her fingers curled against me, desperate, defiant, trembling.
She pulled back just enough, her breath uneven, her voice sharp, chaotic. "Do you hear me now, Keifer? I'm not asking for half of you. I want all of you."
Her words cut through me, louder than the kiss, heavier than the silence.
All of me.
Not fragments.
Not clipped pieces.
All.
I held her tighter, my voice low, deliberate, steady. "You don't know what that means, Jay. If you take all of me, there's no turning back."
Her eyes widened, chaos flashing, but she didn't flinch. "Then don't let me turn back. Don't let me doubt you. Don't let me feel like I'm disposable."
Her defiance burned hotter than any fire.
And I knew — she wasn't just demanding me.
She was daring me to prove I could keep her.
I clenched my jaw, my chest burning, my silence louder than any roar.
Because she was right.
She had always been right.
I had treated her like chaos I couldn't control, like fire I couldn't hold.
But she wasn't chaos.
She wasn't fire.
She was mine.
I leaned closer, my forehead pressed against hers, my voice low, clipped, lethal. "You think you can handle all of me? You think you can survive the man who doesn't let go?"
Her lips trembled, but her voice came sharp, chaotic, unyielding. "I don't want survival, Keifer. I want you. Every part. Even the parts you're afraid to show me."
The words hit harder than any shove, sharper than any accusation.
She wasn't asking for comfort.
She wasn't asking for safety.
She was asking for the storm.
I tightened my grip, my breath heavy, my voice clipped. "You don't understand, Jay. If you take me, you take the darkness too. The anger. The hunger. The man who doesn't stop once he starts."
Her eyes burned into mine, chaotic, fierce, trembling but unyielding. "Then stop warning me, Keifer. Stop hiding behind fear. If you're mine, then be mine completely."
Her words stripped me bare.
No excuses.
No clipped silence.
No distance.
Just her demand — raw, chaotic, undeniable.
And for the first time, I realized — she wasn't afraid of the dangerous man inside me.
She was calling him out.
She was daring me to stop pretending.
She was daring me to be hers.
I kissed her hard.
No restraint.
No hesitation.
Just raw hunger, clipped and deliberate, pouring out of me like fire I couldn't contain.