The dim light in Heaven's room cast long shadows against the walls. She lay on the bed, her face pale, her breathing slow and uneven. The fever had taken a toll on her fragile body, and even in her unconscious state, she looked restless. Dylan leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an unreadable expression.
Jayden walked in, holding a small bag of medicine. "The doctor said she needs rest and hydration," he said, placing the medicine on the bedside table. He hesitated before speaking again. "Boss, should I get someone to—"
"Leave," Dylan cut him off, his voice cold but quiet. Jayden bowed slightly and exited, shutting the door behind him.
Dylan stepped forward, his smirk fading. He sat on the chair beside the bed, his sharp eyes scanning Heaven's face. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her delicate features were scrunched in discomfort. He reached out and pressed the back of his hand against her cheek. She was burning up.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue in annoyance, but his hand lingered a little longer than necessary before he finally pulled away. "Such a weak little thing," he murmured, shaking his head.
A soft groan escaped Heaven's lips, her eyelashes fluttering as she struggled to wake up. Dylan leaned back, crossing his arms.
"Awake already, kitten?" His voice was mocking, but something in his gaze darkened when she tried to move and failed.
Heaven's vision was blurry, but she could make out his towering figure beside her bed. Her body felt too heavy, her throat too dry. The fever left her weak, but she still had enough strength to glare at him. "Go away," she muttered hoarsely.
Dylan chuckled. "Not a chance. You're mine, remember?"
She turned her head away, but he reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. "I don't like being ignored, Heaven." His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm enough to remind her who was in control.
She swallowed, her body betraying her when a shiver ran down her spine. Whether it was from fever or fear, she wasn't sure.
Dylan sighed and let go of her chin, standing up. "Take your medicine and get better. I don't like my possessions breaking so easily."
He turned to leave, but before he could reach the door, a weak voice stopped him.
"I'm not… your possession," Heaven whispered.
Dylan paused. A dark smirk curled on his lips, but he didn't turn around. "Keep telling yourself that, kitten." With that, he walked out, leaving her alone in the suffocating silence.
But Heaven knew one thing for sure—she had to find a way out before she truly became his.