(gelo's POV)
"Do you know? Aren't you curious about how I got her? Christelle, I mean?" Max Ryder's question hung in the air, laced with a bitterness that ignited a simmering anger within me. The labyrinth of our intertwined past seemed to tighten its grip, and I couldn't escape the gravity of Max's words.
In that moment, the dimly lit alley became a crucible for emotions – a battleground where the echoes of envy and rivalry clashed. I met Max's gaze, my eyes narrowing with a mixture of frustration and defiance. "Her past is her past, and so is mine. We're here now, trying to build something beyond the shadows," I retorted, my words carrying the weight of determination.
The city around us, an indifferent backdrop to our tumultuous exchange, seemed to pulse with the rhythm of unresolved
