~~NARRATOR'S POV~~
"Who are you?" Bella asked. Her appearance was an intriguing blend of elegance and intensity. She stood straight, her posture exuding an air of poised authority, her eyes focused with unwavering determination.
Her gaze, however, held a hint of steel that contrasted with her otherwise refined appearance. It was a look that could pierce through the toughest of defenses, and it now fixed upon John, who felt shivers run down his spine as goosebumps suddenly appeared on his body. Her hand rested casually on her gun, but it was the fingers that subtly curled around the concealed trigger.
The atmosphere around them crackled with tension, a palpable sense of urgency as she awaited his words. She had reached the breaking point, and the trigger under her touch was a symbol of her resolve. It was clear that if he didn't open up, the consequences would be grave, and she would pull that trigger without hesitation.
