Astrid ran after Xavier, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desperation. She found him standing alone in a dimly lit hallway, his shoulders hunched, his back to her.
"Xavier, please wait," she called out, her voice trembling.
Xavier didn't turn around. "What do you want, Astrid?" His voice was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth she was used to.
"I need to explain," Astrid said, stepping closer. "Those pictures... they aren't what they seem."
Xavier finally turned to face her, his eyes dark with hurt and anger. "Then what are they, Astrid? Because all I see is betrayal."
Astrid's breath caught in her throat. "It's not like that, Xavier. Kellan and I were just talking."
"Talking?" Xavier scoffed. "It looks a lot more than just talking to me. How do you explain the way you were
