The dimly lit street bore witness to Max's calculated act of defiance. Turning his head toward Diana's apartment window, he smirked, knowing that she was observing the dramatic tableau from behind the curtain.
In a sudden burst of raw emotion, a sharp sound shattered the stillness. Max, with a smug smile still lingering on his lips, unleashed a powerful punch at the window of Ben's car.
The glass yielded to the force, shattering into a thousand glinting fragments. The cacophony of breaking glass was punctuated by the unexpected violence, and pieces of glass embedded themselves in Max's palms and fingers.
As the realization of what had just transpired settled in, Ben's brows furrowed in astonishment. He watched Max's bleeding hand, the crimson droplets staining the pavement below.
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