MAYA
He didn’t say a word. And somehow… that was worse.
Tristan just stood there in front of me, tall, immovable. His cold and intimidating presence swallowed the entire room. His arms were crossed over his chest, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the veins running down his forearms, his jaw tight and eyes locked on me like he could see straight through every lie I hadn’t even spoken yet.
Then- he raised one eyebrow. A silent command… that he gave me.
Speak.
My throat went dry instantly. He knew. He already knew something had happened. Or maybe … he knew exactly what had happened. The question wasn’t what—it was whether I’d dare to lie to him.
And that terrified me.
My fingers trembled at my sides as I lowered my gaze, unable to withstand the weight of his stare. My heart
