Tiara's breath caught in her throat. She had pushed him too far. She knew it. The air in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating, as she watched him approach, every inch of him radiating danger.
But she refused to back down. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and defiance. She wouldn't let him see her break. She wouldn't let him win.
Enzo stopped just inches from her, his towering presence swallowing her whole. His eyes, dark as night, bore into hers with a silent promise of what was to come. He didn't speak, but the look in his eyes was enough. There was no mistaking the warning that lingered between them.
Tiara's throat went dry. The room seemed to close in around her, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to look away, to back down, but she stood her ground, her eyes locked with his in a battle of wills.
