VIVIAN'S POV
The very air seemed charged with an electric tension as I found myself caught in the midst of an unsettling confrontation. Vinicius, with an air of ownership that sent shivers down my spine, had declared, "She is my property." His words hung in the room, heavy and ominous, as if heralding an impending storm. A storm that Logan, in a sudden surge of fury, refused to weather silently.
A fierce blow, fueled by a potent mix of anger and disbelief, crashed against Vinicius' face, eliciting a fleeting smile from the recipient. I found myself frozen in shock. How could Vinicius, his features etched with a strange tranquility, remain unmoved by the violence unleashed upon him?
