Sara****
The tension in the air thickened as Sam stormed onto the set, his presence like a storm cloud ready to break. His eyes locked onto Max, and the look on his face was nothing short of dangerous. The change in atmosphere was immediate, and everyone seemed to hold their breath.
"Sara, what the hell is going on here?" Sam repeated, his voice low and filled with barely contained fury. He stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Max.
Max, who had been so focused on me, seemed to finally register Sam’s presence. A flicker of annoyance passed through his eyes, but he didn’t back away. Instead, he straightened, his posture just as dominant as ever.
"It’s just acting," Max said, his voice smooth but laced with an edge. "We’re doing a scene."
Sam didn’t seem convinced. His jaw clenched, a
