Love Unspoken

The bodyguard snapped to attention and swiftly moved, dagger in hand, towards Sebastian's index finger.

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Orion's anguished voice rang out from the doorway, nearly crawling as he rushed in, shouting, "Alexander, don't!"

But he was a step too late. The bodyguard's blade descended once more.

This time, Sebastian didn't scream. He clenched his eyes shut, his face contorting in agony as the blade fell, emitting only faint, muted noises.

Witnessing the scene, Orion's legs gave out, and he collapsed, rigidly fixated on Sebastian, tears streaming down his face as he huskily called Sebastian's name. The words strained from his throat, each syllable a struggle as Orion crawled toward Sebastian with shaking hands, desperate to provide aid.

Reaching Sebastian, he gazed at the severed fingers, his lips trembling, his face drained of color. Ignoring Alexander beside him, Orion frantically tore his clothing, using the scraps to bind Sebastian's wounds.

"Sebastian, I'm sorry I'm late..." Orion murmured to himself, voice choked with emotion as he tended to Sebastian's fingers, his tone unusually strained, "Hang in there, Sebastian."

Meanwhile, Alexander remained unperturbed, a grim reaper in human form, watching Orion with cold detachment.

Quinn followed behind, observing the blood-smeared scene and the unconscious Sebastian, her face a canvas of shock and disbelief. She stood motionless at the doorway, her gaze eventually shifting towards the figure seated in the chair. He sat there tranquilly, as though detached from the unfolding events.

Sensing Quinn's eyes on him, he shifted his gaze, locking eyes with her. Their gaze met, a moment of silent connection, where time seemed suspended in the air.

Quinn's knuckles whitened as she clutched the doorframe, her body trembling slightly. Despite her visible distress, Alexander remained aloof, showing no sign of guilt or self-awareness at being caught in the act.

Once Orion had finished bandaging Sebastian haphazardly, he raised his tear-streaked eyes to meet Alexander's gaze.

In his eyes, a mix of indescribable hatred and anger was evident, a clear desire to rush forward and confront Alexander.

"Alexander, how could you be so cruel?" Orion's voice quivered with anger or perhaps profound sadness, "Sebastian is only nineteen. How could you do this?"

Alexander lowered his gaze towards him, replying coolly, "That question should be directed at Orion himself. When you choose to defy me, you must accept the consequences."

"Unfortunately, Orion's youthful arrogance blinds him to the cost of his mistakes."

Standing up from his chair, Alexander strolled leisurely towards Orion, "I had hoped that you, Orion, would have learned from the lessons taught by those beasts earlier. I overestimated you." Orion's pupils dilated gradually, his shoulders trembling more violently, "What do you mean?"

Alexander tilted his head slightly, gazing down at him condescendingly, a faint smirk playing at his lips, "Seems besides having a poor memory, Orion, your ears aren't working well either."

"It was you!?" Orion, eyes burning red, visions of the dogs' gruesome deaths replaying in his mind, "You instigated my father to do it?"

His trembling accusation fell flat in front of Alexander, his anger appearing feeble and pale.

"It doesn't matter now. Since Orion has returned, it's time to settle our score." Alexander spoke, turning his gaze briefly towards Quinn, before redirecting his attention.

Clutching his fists, his voice hoarse, Orion demanded, "You can settle scores however you want, but can you at least get Sebastian to a hospital first?"

Alexander chuckled, "Are you negotiating with me?"

Orion faltered, unsure of how to respond.