Can't let you go
AU-Widower Zayne with kids and fell in love with MC got insecure and jealous (just want to see Zayne act possessive a little bit leave me alone)
Zayne was silent.
Too silent.
MC could feel his eyes on her, sharp and unrelenting, but he hadn’t said a word since they got home.
The tension was suffocating.
She finally sighed and turned to him. “Alright, just say it.”
His jaw clenched. “Say what?”
“You’ve been glaring at me all night.” She crossed her arms. “Just spit it out.”
Zayne exhaled slowly, his fingers twitching at his sides. And then—
“I heard him.”
MC blinked. “What?”
Zayne’s gaze darkened.
“Your friend.” His voice was cold, but there was something else—something tightly restrained. “He said I should let you go. That you shouldn’t be tied down to me.”
MC froze.
Oh.
Zayne’s fists clenched. “And you didn’t deny it.”
“I—”
He took a step closer. “Why?”
MC swallowed. “I didn’t understand what he meant at first. But… I think I do now.”
Zayne’s entire body stiffened.
She sighed. “I need to talk to him.”
Zayne stopped breathing.
The blood drained from his face, and for the first time since she had met him—he looked terrified.
Zayne’s hands were shaking.
His entire body was tense, but his voice was eerily calm.
“You’re… going to talk to him?”
“…You’re leaving?” he whispered, and God, he sounded so broken.
MC sighed. “Zayne, that’s not what I meant—”
“No.”
Her breath caught.
Zayne stepped closer, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable.
“No,” he repeated, voice hoarse, as if the word itself physically hurt. “I can’t let you go to him.”
MC blinked. “What—?”
His hands found her waist, gripping tightly—as if she’d vanish the moment he let go. His fingers dug in, not enough to hurt, but enough to tell her one thing.
He wasn’t letting her go.
His jaw clenched. “I know I’m being selfish.”
MC’s heart pounded.
Zayne exhaled, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. His voice shook when he spoke.
“But I can’t live without you anymore.”
MC felt her chest tighten. “Zayne…”
His arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he needed to feel every inch of her against him. “I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care if they think I’m a burden to you. I need you.”
MC swallowed hard.
His lips grazed her skin, hot and desperate. “You said you love me.”
She shivered.
“I won’t let you go,” he whispered, kissing her neck slowly, deliberately. “So don’t even try.”
Her breath hitched.
His grip on her waist tightened as he pressed against her “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded.
MC swallowed.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Zayne froze.
For a moment, the room felt unbearably silent—suffocating.
Then, slowly, he lifted his head. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—
They were dark, stormy, and filled with something that made her stomach drop.
“…Why aren’t you saying it?” His voice was eerily quiet, strained, like he was barely holding himself together.
MC opened her mouth again, but the hesitation must have flickered across her face because—
Zayne snapped.
His hands suddenly cupped her face, tilting it up, forcing her to look at him. His grip wasn’t rough, but there was desperation in the way he held her.
"Say it."
MC’s breath hitched.
"Tell me you're mine, MC," Zayne whispered, his voice pleading, but underneath it—there was fear.
Fear that she wouldn’t say it.
Fear that she didn’t mean it.
Fear that she… might leave.
His fingers trembled against her cheek, his forehead pressing against hers now, his lips so close she could feel the heat of his breath.
"Don't make me doubt you," he murmured.
MC’s chest tightened.
She hadn't meant to hesitate. It wasn’t because she doubted her love for him—it was because she had never seen him like this before. So raw. So vulnerable. So… afraid.
His lips ghosted over hers, but he didn’t close the distance. He was waiting.
Waiting for her to say it.
MC reached up, her fingers tangling into his hair, and she pulled him closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
Then, she whispered it.
"I'm yours, Zayne."
Zayne let out a shaky breath, his entire body shuddering against hers.
She barely had time to react before his lips crashed onto hers, desperate, claiming, and painfully intense.
One of his hands slid to her waist, the other gripping her thigh, hoisting it up against his hip as he pressed her against the wall, his body caging her in completely.
"You hesitated," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with emotion. "I won't let you do that again."
MC could only gasp as he bit down on her lower lip, punishing, possessive, and entirely Zayne.