Control and Chaos
Krystal I saw it in his f*****g eyes. The sheer f*****g satisfaction. The way Ryland leaned back like he’d won something, like he had me exactly where he wanted me—cornered, seething, ready to snap. He was testing me. Pushing. Begging me to break. And f**k, I was close. My grip on the pen was a breath away from cracking the damn thing in half. If I let myself go just a little—just a f*****g inch—heads would roll. I’d rip him apart, and then I’d rip her apart. And then maybe I’d finally f*****g breathe. But I didn’t trust myself right now. So I said nothing. Sat there. Still. Controlled. Trying to play along like my blood wasn’t boiling, like I wasn’t two seconds from ending Ryland f*****g Johansson in front of God and everybody. Then my phone buzzed. I forced myself
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