My heart hammered against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I stared at the two men, my eyes wide with shock and a growing sense of dread. Neo and Andrew, both bruised and battered, stood chest to chest, their faces contorted with anger and frustration.
"Stop it!" I cried out, my voice hoarse and strained. "This isn't solving anything! Please, just stop!"
Their eyes met mine, a flicker of recognition in their gaze, but it was quickly replaced by a renewed surge of animosity. They continued to glare at each other, their bodies tense and ready for another round of violence.
"She's mine," Neo growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. He stepped forward, his eyes burning with fiery intensity.
"She's not anyone's possession," Andrew retorted, his voice steady and controlled. "She's a person, not a prize to be won."
