The suffocating aura in the hallway grew so heavy that several human students scrambled to gather their books and flee the corridor entirely. Ethan stood there, his jaw locked like granite, his golden irises burning with a quiet, catastrophic violence as he stared at Scott’s hand resting firmly on Bella’s hip.
For a terrifying three seconds, no one breathed. Bella braced herself for the explosion, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She expected Ethan to roar, to throw Scott across the hallway, or to publicly claim her right there in front of the entire student body.
Instead, the blinding yellow light in Ethan's eyes slowly bled back into a cold, bottomless forest-green. His expression smoothed over into a mask of pure, unadulterated ice. Without uttering a single word
