A Battleground Of Emotions

Chapter 24

Sansa's POV

As we swayed to the beat of the music, Xavier's eyes penetrated mine. It was a possessive stare, a silent proclamation of his authority over me. I despised the way he treated me like a mere object, dismissing my wishes and sovereignty.

The dancing floor shrank, drawing us in closer. Involuntarily, my body clenched, forming a physical barrier to his attempts. But he kept going, his motions fluid and assured. He seemed to revel in his control over me, loving my pain.

I couldn't deny the subtle charm he emanated, no matter how much I despised his power. His unsavory touch sent lightning shocks through my veins. The combination of revulsion and fascination I felt for him was a painful paradox.

As the music became louder, our bodies moved in unison, creating the illusion of harmony. But unrest was developing beneath the surface, with every fiber of my being resisting the forced proximity. The dance became a battleground, a contest for power and autonomy.

Xavier's h