Julian crossed his arms tightly, his shoulders stiff with tension as he spat out his words. His tone was biting, sharp enough to slice through the quiet that had settled in the room.
"Nothing. Just don’t mind me," he said, his eyes darting briefly toward me before locking onto Rafael. There was venom in his gaze, his posture radiating defiance and disdain.
He didn’t stop there. "But I’m not going to sit here and watch you two engage in… whatever this is," he continued, his voice dripping with contempt, each word a deliberate jab. He waved a dismissive hand between us, the motion casual but cruel, as if he were swatting away something insignificant. "Go ahead, finish your little romance. I don’t need to be a part of it."
The words hit like a slap, sharp and sudden, echoing in the heavy s
