Once, my paranoid love

The room crackled with tension as Derek’s emotions reached a breaking point. In response to Paul’s taunting words, Derek tightened his grip on the razor chain, the pain of the blades cutting into his hand was nothing compared to the turmoil within him.

“You want her, right?” Derek’s voice was laced with anger and frustration as he sought to understand Paul’s intentions.

Paul, unfazed and seemingly amused by Derek’s suffering, responded with a smirk. “Bastard. I don’t want her. She’s already mine.” His declaration was a direct challenge to Derek’s claims about Elena’s heart.

In a sudden burst of rage, Derek’s patience snapped, and he unleashed a punch that landed squarely on Paul’s face. Paul let out a pained grunt as he clutched his nose, which was now bleeding profusely.

The room was a battleground of emotions, with the confrontation escalating with each passing moment. Derek’s voice was filled with determination as he shouted, “Elena is my wife. Do you get it?” He was unwilling to let Paul’s claim on Elena go unchallenged.

Paul’s response was a threat, his anger boiling over as he grabbed Derek’s collar and prepared to strike back. But Derek’s agility prevailed, and he swiftly grabbed Paul’s leg, using it to slam Paul’s head into the wall. The impact left Paul groaning in pain as he collapsed to the floor.

Paul’s condition, however, was further complicated by his recent struggles. He hadn’t been taking proper care of himself, consumed by his relentless search for Elena. The toll on his body and mind had become evident.

In the dimly lit room, the clash of wills and the physical confrontation had left both men battered and emotionally charged.

As Derek removed his shirt, he issued a challenge to Paul, his voice filled with provocation. “You want her, right? Okay, let’s see how you do.”

Derek’s taunting words only fueled Paul’s anger. Wiping the blood from his nose, Paul swung a punch at Derek’s face. The fight was on, both men unleashing their pent-up frustrations and emotions in a brawl that had been building for far too long.

Fists flew and bodies collided in a tumultuous struggle. Their grunts and the sounds of their blows filled the room. The physical confrontation was a mirror of the emotional turmoil that had brought them to this point.

But, in the end, it was Paul who collapsed onto the ground, his body battered and bruised. Both men were panting and gasping for air, their once pristine appearances marred by sweat and injuries.

Paul’s world spun, and he struggled to make sense of the situation, but his determination to win Elena’s heart remained unwavering. He knew he had to fight for her, no matter the cost.

Derek, victorious in the brawl, placed his foot on Paul’s chest as he attempted to rise. His words were filled with cruel satisfaction. “Now it’s time to feel her pain, bastard!” Derek’s intention was clear as he reached for his razor chain.

The battle between Derek and Paul had taken a toll on both men, and it was the agonizing sound of screams that had filled the air.

After what felt like an eternity, Derek emerged from the basement, his hand swollen and covered in blood. The physical and emotional wounds from the fight were evident, and he had been pushed to the brink by the relentless struggle for Elena’s affections.

Derek made his way to the room where Elena lay in a peaceful slumber. Her breaths were soft and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded in the house. He sat beside her, his heart heavy with the weight of the choices he had made.

For a moment, Derek contemplated reaching out to touch Elena to reassure himself that she was safe. But when he looked down at his own bloodied hand, he hesitated. The reminder of the violence he had just committed was too stark, and he took a step back, unwilling to leave her with the evidence of his actions.

His voice was soft and filled with a mixture of relief and sadness as he whispered to the sleeping Elena, “Elena, I didn’t kill him.” Derek had kept his word, but at what cost?ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Derek left the room and made his way to the bathroom, the weight of his actions heavy on his mind. His bloodied hands were a stark reminder of the confrontation he had engaged in to protect Elena. He didn’t want to taint her with the evidence of his violent struggle, so he decided to take a shower.

As the warm water cascaded over him, Derek couldn’t help but replay the events of the evening in his mind. He had fought to keep Elena safe and ensure that she remained his. The cost of that fight was etched on his body, a physical manifestation of his determination and love.

Tomorrow, Elena will inevitably ask about his injuries; he will have to find a way to explain the situation. He couldn’t hide the truth from her, nor did he want to.

After his shower, Derek returned to the room where Elena slept peacefully. Her vulnerability tugged at his heart, and he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of responsibility for her. He lay down beside her, their bodies close, and gently drew her into his embrace.

As he held her, Derek whispered words of reassurance, his voice filled with tenderness. “Elena, you have been through a lot of pain. Now it’s their turn to suffer.” His words were a reflection of the fierce protectiveness he felt for her and his determination to shield her from harm.

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In the dimly lit basement, Paul lay on the cold, unforgiving floor, his back bleeding profusely from the wounds sustained during the intense confrontation with Derek. Despite the pain and the dire state of his injuries, Paul’s thoughts were consumed by a singular focus Elena.

Murmuring in agony, Paul’s words were laced with desperation and determination. “Elena, I’d just like to see you once. And I swear, I’ll kill him. You only love me.” His plea carried the weight of his obsession and unwavering love for her.