As I stood there, I watched Vulvan approach Erica with deliberate, calculated steps. Erica's body began to tremble visibly, and I could sense the fear radiating from her. Vulvan's voice was low and menacing as he repeated, "Ask me what?" The tension in the room escalated, and Erica's eyes darted frantically between Vulvan and me.
Erica stuttered, struggling to find the right words. I quickly intervened, placing my hand on Vulvan's arm to divert his attention to me. "I was just asking Erica if I could use the kitchen," I lied, attempting to sound casual and nonchalant. Erica nodded nervously in agreement, clearly grateful for the interruption.
Vulvan's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He turned to Erica, who promptly took the cue and hastily exited the room, leaving Vulv
