My heart raced as the tension in the room reached its breaking point. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the two men who had stirred my life into chaos. Logan's protective grip on me was unwavering, a physical reminder of his claim over me, while David's presence tugged at the fragile threads of our shredded bond.
David's apology hung in the air, heavy with sincerity, and his earlier anger had transformed into vulnerability. The intensity of this moment was suffocating, and I struggled to find my voice.
The room remained eerily silent, save for David's deep and regretful words. His eyes were locked onto mine, pleading for understanding, forgiveness, and another chance. Logan, on the other hand, continued to growl low in his throat, his eyes locked onto David, a potent
