Later that night, as Cobra lay in bed, thoughts of Anastasia filled his mind.
He heard the door creak open, and without even sparing it a glance, he hissed in frustration, a question laced with irritation slipping past his lips.
"What are you doing here, Liam Snow?" he demanded, his voice tinged with annoyance.
- Liam's pov:
"How sweet of you. Remembering my smell, huh?" I teased as I approached Cobra, who lay cuffed to the bed in the dimly lit room.
I hate this room, it's so suffocating, I don't know how he could live here for a whole month.
His chest heaved with a deep growl, muscles straining against the restraints.
"Alright, calm down, man. I'm just kidding," I said, dragging a wooden chair across the creaky floor and sitting close to his bed.
The air was thick with tension, the sound of distant thunder rumbling outside adding to the atmosphere.
It's pouring down outside.
