QUENNOR'S POV
Rage burned through me like an unquenchable fire. Ismael's words echoed in my mind, each one stoking my fury. Someone dared to lay a hand on my mate, my Nyqxee. I stormed into Glaive's office, the door slamming against the wall with a resounding crack.
Here’s an expanded and more intense version of your scene with additional dialogue, tension, and depth:
"Who do you think you are, barging in here like that again?" Glaive growled, fists clenched at his sides.
I took a step forward, my presence making the air around us feel suffocating. The scent of dominance rolled off me in waves, forcing the warriors nearby to stiffen. Glaive, stubborn as ever, held his ground, but even he couldn’t mask the slight twitch in his jaw.
"I am your King," I snarled, voice dark, filled with u
