Mathieu’s POV
The night air is colder than I imagined, but I don’t feel it. I’m on fire. Every step I take, gripping Priscilla’s arm, is a jolt of rage. Behind us, the music still pounds, but it’s only a distant echo now. Here, there is only me, her… and the fury consuming me.
“You think I didn’t see? You think I’ll just stand there while that man puts his hands on you?”
My voice is hard, sharp. I feel her arm stiffen under my grip. She stares back, eyes blazing with defiance, but also with fear.
“Stop, Mathieu. You can’t treat me like this. This morning at the office you were ice‑cold, you ignored me like I didn’t exist. And now you play the jealous lover? You think I’ll accept that?”
Her words hit harder than I expected. She jerks free of my hand, her eyes flashing with anger.
“I’m
