The room seemed to hold its breath as Alexander's words hung in the air. Rain glanced between the two men, the intensity of the moment making her heart race. Clifford's grip on her shoulders tightened, but his eyes were locked on Alexander, a mix of challenge and disbelief in his gaze.
"Because I care about her," Clifford finally replied, his voice low but firm.
"And so do I," Alexander countered, his tone unyielding.
Rain felt the weight of their words, the air thick with unspoken emotions. She had never seen Clifford so protective, and Alexander so possessive.
"What's wrong with the two of you?!" Rain exclaimed, her frustration clear.
"Your hands," Alexander said, his tone low as he gently removed Clifford's hands from Rain's shoulders. He grasped Rain's wrist and added, "Where are your things? Let's get them."
