Wesley's aura had darkened, his eyes seeming to suck the light out of the room. Charlotte had never seen him like this before. He was always in control, always calm and collected. But now, he seemed to be seething with anger, his emotions simmering just below the surface.
"I don't want to hear it," Wesley spat, his voice low and menacing. "I don't want to hear your excuses or your justifications. You've made it clear where your loyalties lie, Charlotte."
Charlotte took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. She had never seen Wesley like this before. He was always so charming, so charismatic. But now, he seemed to be a different person altogether.
"Wesley, please..." Charlotte tried to reason with him, but he cut her off.
"No, Charlotte. I don't want to hear it. You've made your choice, and now you have to live with it."
