Seraphina's POV
Panic exploded through me as his fingers tightened, cutting off my air completely. I gasped, choked, my hands flying up to claw at his wrists.
"Let—go—" I tried to speak, but nothing came out.
His grip only tightened. I beat at his chest desperately, my fists pounding against solid muscle that didn't even flinch. I scratched at his arms, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach, trying to make him stop, trying to make him see me.
But he didn't let go. He didn't even blink.
My vision started to blur at the edges. Dark spots danced across my sight. My lungs burned, screaming for air that wouldn't come. I couldn't breathe.
My face felt hot and tight, swelling under the pressure. I could feel my skin stretching, turning colors I couldn't see but could somehow sense—purple, blue, black.
Sweat streamed down my temples, soaking into my hair.
Please..... Please stop... Adrian, please.....
