The temperature in the room seemed to plummet as Knox’s eyes bore into the incriminating image.
The air grew thick and difficult to breathe due to the icy chill that seeped from his very pores.
His fists clenched tight around the photograph until it abruptly disintegrated into fine ash, which slipped through his fingers and scattered across the floor in a gray haze.
Seven watched the display with undisguised amusement dancing in his pale eyes, his lips quirking ever so slightly at the corners. "That picture is misleading. It was taken from a precise angle to make it appear as though Donna was being...intimate with that stranger." He spoke up in his usual mild tone, seemingly unbothered by the tension crackling through the air.
“Ouch… that hurts!” A grunt drew their attention.
Seven’
