Blunt Honesty
The door swung open before I could even think about knocking. River stood there, his midnight eyes sharp and penetrating, as if searching for something deeper than the surface. Without a word, he seized the lapel of my jacket, pulled me inside, and led me straight into the kitchen. He shoved me into a chair and his scowl only deepened, making his displeasure unmistakable. River didn’t mince words. “You’re tearing yourself apart for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with. From what I heard from a few others, that guy’s always been an ass.” The sound of the stove clicking on echoed through the kitchen as River turned away from me. “Atsuk!” he exclaimed, his agitation evident. Trying to defend myself, I muttered, “I’m not doing anything.” But the tension in the air lingered, thick a
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