Adonis Vivaldi
From across the room, the atmosphere shifted abruptly, a tension so thick it felt almost tangible. Yaskier's words had just left his mouth, a careless remark, but the impact was immediate. Yavannah"s face twisted in disbelief, pain flashing in her eyes as she processed what he had just said. For a moment, it seemed as though time itself had frozen. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the harshness of his words.
And then, without warning, her hand flew through the air. The slap echoed like a gunshot in the still room, a sharp crack that seemed to reverberate off the walls. It was the kind of sound that resonated with impact. He staggered back, his hand instinctively reaching up to his reddening cheek, eyes wide with disbelief.
