The door slammed open with a deafening crack, splintering the silence like a lightning strike in the dead of night. Wood groaned, and the handle ricocheted off the wall. I gasped, jolting upright, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.
Tristan stood in the doorway, breath heaving, chest rising and falling with violent intensity. His eyes—those eyes I used to know—were shadowed with something dark. Not just anger. Not pain. But something far more terrifying… something hollow. A monster cloaked in the skin of the man I once trusted.
Without uttering a word, he stormed into the room, seized me by the arm, and threw me onto the bed. My back hit the mattress with a thud, the force knocking the air from my lungs. I gasped, stunned, and before I could speak, his hands were already teari
