The man’s voice rose again, sharp and full of accusation. Axel had been sitting, coffee half-forgotten, listening as Harmony argued with the man he immediately recognized—Dillan.
Axel finally stood, long limbs stretching, muscles coiled like a spring. His dark eyes locked onto Dillan’s pale blue, measuring, cold, unflinching. “Is there a problem, Harmony?” he asked.
Dillan froze. “You—” He spat the words, venom sharp. “You’ve been cheating on me?!”
Harmony rolled her eyes. “Dillan, we are not together.”
“You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?” he growled, stepping forward.
Axel’s low chuckle cut through the tension. “Last thing you want right now,” he said, voice deep and smooth, “is to have your d**k planted in the dirt before your morning coffee.”
Dillan stepped closer, tee
