Matthew stood in the doorway, his presence commanding and dangerous. His dark suit seemed to absorb the light, and his crimson eyes glowed with an intensity that made the air in the room grow heavier. The tension was palpable as he surveyed the scene: Ruelle pinning Julian to the wall, me frozen in fear, clutching the silver key in my pocket.
Matthew’s voice was low and menacing, the kind of tone that sent chills down my spine. “Ruelle, let him go. Now.”
Ruelle smirked but didn’t release Julian, his grip tightening instead. “Ah, Matthew, just in time. I was having a little chat with your... lovely wife.” His tone dripped with mockery, and his eyes flicked to me. “She’s quite protective of that little trinket you’ve entrusted her with.”
Matthew’s jaw clenched, and in a flash, he was acro
