Scars of the Past

Freya's P.O.V:

Dante forcefully backed me into a dark corner of the room, his towering frame casting a long, intimidating shadow over my face. The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me, sealing my fate. I stumbled backward, the thick rubber soles of my shoes catching on the plush edge of the rug. Before gravity could pull me to the hardwood floor, his strong, muscular arms reached out, instinc