It was difficult to breathe because of the oppressive tension in the air, which made the apartment feel like a pressure cooker on the verge of blowing up. Like a caged animal trying to escape, you could practically taste the sharpness in the quiet, which was only broken by Samson's thunderous heartbeat.
He stood frozen, his body all taut and coiled, like a spring that was just begging to snap, his gaze fixed on Rosa, his mind a complete maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and seriously dangerous impulses. His blood was boiling with this rage so intense it felt like it would just consume him whole. The name, Dave, echoed in his head, like some kind of twisted, mocking reminder of a betrayal that felt like a festering wound, that had now just been ripped open, bleeding freely, and tainting e
