Xylon's expression darkened at the mention of X's name, anger flaring in his eyes. He leaned closer, his face contorted with a mix of rage and sarcasm.
"Oh, is that so?" he sneered, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "Our dear, long-lost brother, X? How touching."
Eva's breath hitched, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She tried to pull away, but Xylon's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her waist.
"Xylon, please... I d-don't understand," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Understand this," Xylon hissed, his face inches from hers. "X is nothing but a manipulative bastard. Brother or not, he's the enemy. And if you think for one second that I'll let him anywhere near you again, you're sorely mistaken."
Eva's heart raced, her mind reeling from the intensity of his words.
Eva's hands trembled as they fluttered to her face, nervously brushing her cheeks and hair, a tic born of fear and anxiety.
