Stopping the car, Seth yanked Amaya from her seat, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He flung open the door to his house, and tossed Amaya into the dimly lit living room. Shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the fury in his eyes as he advanced, his voice a low growl that sent chills down her spine. "What happened in the bathroom?" The question hung heavy in the air, thick with tension. Amaya, overwhelmed and exhausted, tried to make her way upstairs, but Seth's hand shot out, gripping her arm with a force that made her heart race.
"For God's sake, Seth, I'm warning you, let go of my arm," Amaya gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity that could ignite a fire. Seth tightened his grip, stepping closer, his expression a mirror of her fury, eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "I won't until you tell me everything," he whispered, his voice low and threatening, the air between them crackling with tension.
