Tristan:
I moved through the crowd with purpose, each step calculated. But inside, I was seething.
Corey.
The f*****g audacity of this guy.
He stood in front of Stella, too close for my liking, speaking low, his expression a mixture of arrogance and something darker—something that had her shoulders locked and her jaw clenched.
I didn’t give a damn what was being said. I just knew it was over.
By the time I reached them, my presence had already shifted the energy around us. The people nearby had gone quiet, eyes darting between us three.
Corey turned at the last second, catching sight of me. His smirk widened, like he had just won something.
That was his mistake.
I crashed into him, my shoulder knocking against his as I stepped between them, my back shielding Stella completely.
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