Lydia's Pov

I saw him peek at me with bewilderment, I held onto broken glass tightly with my hands dripping with blood. If he was confident and believed in himself enough to be a man, he should step closer and I will deform him.

I put his hands up in surrender, taking little steps closer.

"Calm down Lydia, we can talk about this. Put that broken bottle aside and let's talk this through, please sweetheart."

His forehead scrunched together, revealing some deep lines on his forehead. I grew weaker when I watched him get closer. Why couldn't I control myself? What did he do to me? Initially, I wanted nothing...