"Ahh..." Ava let out a soft, almost inaudible moan as she slowly lifted her head, her breath shallow and uneven.
And then—just then—her eyes locked with Ethan's, those intense, stormy eyes that seemed to burn straight through her soul. He wasn't just looking at her; he was staring her down, his gaze unflinching, fierce, and dangerously quiet.
In that moment, he radiated a presence—commanding, raw, and untamed—like a lion poised to strike, held together only by the thinnest thread of restraint. After everything that had just unfolded, it was clear: he was beyond furious. Contained, yes, but only barely.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, heavy with unspoken words. Ethan's family sat stunned, wide-eyed and reeling from the revelation Ava had just laid bare.
But before anyone could gather their thoughts or ask a single question, Ava's phone buzzed with a sharp chime—her alarm, thankfully, not an actual call. Without hesitating, she seized the moment.
