Violet Zimmerman was cornered by Daxton Lancaster against the wall, his hand resting beside her, his bloodshot eyes staring at her intensely, with a half-smiling, half-menacing expression that was frightening to behold.
Violet was well aware that Daxton was having another "episode," and tonight was bound to include a session of humiliation.
Worse, her mother was staying next door; she couldn't let her mother hear, and she certainly couldn't allow her to worry.
Suppressing her inner panic, Violet forced a smile, raising her hand to touch Daxton's face, attempting to appease him in exchange for peace.
"Daxton, you're drunk, go take a shower, the water will get cold soon."
"Oh? Planning to use a gentle approach to deceive me?"
Daxton raised his phoenix-like eyes, his fingers underneath lightly grazing as he looked at Violet, asking with a smirk.
