“Are you alright, sir?” one of the staff asked, stepping forward on instinct.
He had barely reached out to help when Calvin’s gaze snapped to him sharp, lethal, and unforgiving.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Calvin growled, his voice fierce and possessive, cutting through the air like a blade.
No one dared to speak. The room seemed to constrict, as though an unseen force had closed its grip around every throat. Many had never even realized Calvin was present; his name alone was enough to silence a room but now, with his anger no longer contained, the atmosphere turned lethal.
The weight of his presence pressed down on everyone, sharp and unforgiving. Even the photographer stood rigid, hands trembling at his sides. The air was so tense that not a single breath dared rise t
