MAYA
“What the f**k did you do, Tristan!?”
The words cracked through the room like thunder. My entire body jolted, my breath catching painfully in my chest as I turned toward the doorway. My dad.
He stood there like a storm barely being held back. His tall frame was rigid and his expression was carved into something cold, sharp, and dangerously unreadable.
His eyes… God, his eyes were locked on Tristan like he was seconds away from tearing him apart.
And Tristan? Nothing. Not even a flicker. He simply turned his head toward my father, his posture still relaxed, his expression blank… almost bored. Like he wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Like he didn’t care and it was true.
Tristan Desmond wasn’t scared of anyone. That alone made my heart pound harder.
“Dad-” My voice came out sm
