Diego's POV
Styles bangs his fist on the mahogany table in my luxurious dorm room, the sound echoing off the walls adorned with hockey trophies and family crests.
He is pissed and I know why, he stares at me with his worried face, His usually perfectly styled blonde hair is disheveled, and his designer white button-up shirt is wrinkled from the long day. He's so pissed and angry, that I could smell his scent of pine and aggression filling the room.
"You almost got yourself killed," he says quietly and I twitched my lips, trying so hard not to think about what happened that night with that asshole.
"I got it," I reply dismissively, adjusting the silk robe I'm wearing over my bandaged torso. "It was just some punch."
"No!" Styles shouts, his eyes flashing yellow. "Zephyrius had a needl
