NYQXEE’S POV
The tension in the air is palpable as the imposing figure of a man stands before us. His smirk is cool, almost challenging, as he glances at me for a moment before turning his attention to my brother. Drakar's face hardens, his lips curling into a scowl that deepens the more he stares at the man.
“What’s your business here, Alaric?” Drakar growls, his voice thick with irritation. The command in his tone is unmistakable, his protective instincts flaring. Alaric, unfazed, lets out a soft chuckle and shifts his focus to me again, his eyes sharp yet filled with an intriguing calmness.
“I was hoping we could have a word,” Alaric replies smoothly, his voice low and rich. There’s a certain ease to his demeanor, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere surrounding us.
Drakar’s gla
