Page 79 of Shattered Obsession

He knows me too well.

Finally, he breaks the stillness with a confession that spills from his lips like a secret held too long. “I hate when we fight. But I love… us. Even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.”

A smile blooms on my lips despite the echoes of our anger, and I lean in, pressing a tender kiss to the warmth of his chest. “We’re a mess. But we’re our mess.”

The sound of his laughter, deep, warm, and genuine, fills the space between us, and it brings with it a lightness I didn’t realize we needed.

Tilting my chin up, he kisses me again, this time softer, the urgency giving way to something deeper. There’s no rush, no anger, just a gentle reminder that we’re rebuilding the pieces that our shouting threatened to scatter.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my lips, and the conviction in his voice wraps around me like a promise. “Always. No matter what we’re up against, even if it’s each other.”

-Xander-

The room feels heavier now, laden with the weight of everything we’ve just experienced: our fight, the fire that ignited between us, and the raw way we consumed one another until all that remained were ragged breaths and trembling bodies. Thalia lies curled against me, her skin warm and slick, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine. I remain still for a moment, my arms wrapped around her as if she might slip away if I dare to loosen my grip. My body is spent, but my thoughts are still tangled in the echoes of our argument, the sharpness of her voice as she pleaded for me to see her strength.

She believes I overlook those aspects of her, but she has no idea just how deeply I truly see her.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I seek to quell the storm of emotions brewing within me. “If I could go back,” I murmur into her hair, “to before you ever met him, I would tear the world apart to get to you sooner.”

Thalia lifts her head slightly, eyes searching mine. “You saying that doesn’t fix anything.”

“I know.”

“It doesn’t erase what happened.”

“I know that too.”

She takes a breath like she’s forcing oxygen into lungs that forgot how to expand. “But it matters.”

“I’d burn down every version of the world where you’re hurt.”

Her lips twitch upward. “You always go straight to arson.”

“For you?” I shrug. “Absolutely.”

She laughs, a small sound, but it’s real. “You can’t save me from everything.”

“I don’t want to save you,” I admit. “I just want you safe.”

A fragile understanding settles between us.

She shifts slightly, forehead brushing my collarbone. “Earlier might not have saved me,” she says quietly. “It just would’ve changed how I got here.”

Her resilience knocks the breath out of me. She doesn’t see how extraordinary she is. She doesn’t understand the miracle of still choosing softness when cruelty tried to turn her into something cold.

“You are the strongest person I know,” I say.

And I mean it with every scarred part of my soul.

It feels like she was always meant to occupy this perfect space beside me. My hand instinctively glides along her back in a soothing stroke, keeping her close and cocooned in safety. I’d fight her a thousand times over if it meant I could hold her like this afterward, even when the act of it threatens to tear us apart.

Her words resonate in my mind. I want to see her strong and independent. Maybe she’s right; she does need to stand on her own sometimes. But I can’t shake the instinct to protect her, to be her shield against the world.

I reach for her chin, tilting it up, and lean in for another kiss, this one distinctly different from the heat of our prior encounter. A gentler kiss; a tender embrace without the fraying edges of anger. It speaks of love, of healing. She is my world, and I would let everything else burn if it meant keeping her safe in my arms.

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-Thalia-