Briar
The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I stood frozen between Damian and Finn, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. The two men stared each other down, the air practically crackling with unspoken hostility.
"Okay, let's all just calm down," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I can explain everything-"
But Finn cut me off with a raised hand. "Oh, I'm sure you can," he said, his tone biting. "But first, I'd like to hear what Damian has to say for himself."
Damian met Finn's glare head-on, his voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air. "Briar and I were on a date," he said simply. "Something went wrong, and it's my fault she's late. I'm sorry for that."
Finn's eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening in disbelief. "A date?" he repeated
