TESSA
He didn't waste a second. He twisted that guy's wrist beneath his grip, making him stumble.
“Ah! L-Let go… Are you crazy!?”
His face turned pale from the pain.
Kyle didn't answer back. He didn't say a word. And he didn't let go of his wrist.
My eyes widened, realizing he was determined to break his home. The guy was screaming, crying, and even begging to let go of his wrist. But Kyle's eyes were fixed on me, calm. A kind of calm that you find dangerous.
The customers around us all stood straight, fear flashing in their eyes.
“Kyle, stop,” I spoke anxiously. “You’re going to break his hand. Please.”
Kyle held him there, locked in that tight grip, while reading my eyes, searching for something. The intensity in his striking blue eyes was dark, stormy, and burning.
For a sec
