"Fuck," he spat, blood trickling down his forehead from the fresh wound. The bathroom was in ruins - pieces of mirror scattered everywhere, water dripping from the faucet he'd broken with his bare hands. His reflection stared back at him, distorted through the cracked glass, eyes wild and dangerous.

Samuel's forcefully slid the bathroom cabinet door open, his breath catching at the sight of Stella's lace panty. Without hesitation, he pressed the damp fabric to his face, inhaling deeply, drowning in her scent."