Emily’s POV
His eyes blazed with anger so fierce it sent shivers down my spine.
“You shouldn’t be here, what if Jason sees you,” I whispered, but each word seemed to stoke the flames in his eyes.
A heavy silence hung between us, thick with Marco’s seething rage.
“Marco,” my voice barely above a whisper, a feeble attempt to quell the tempest brewing inside me.
In an instant, he crossed the room with a predatory fineness that closed the gap between us, his eyes ablaze with a volatile mixture of rage and jealousy.
“You shouldn’t be here with him,” he sneered, his grip tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.
I was speechless, unable to meet his gaze, so I averted my eyes. But then, his hands were on my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t you dare look away from
