"Do you really think she'll ever be yours?" Logan's voice sliced through the silence of the darkened room, his tone dripping with a mix of mockery and cruel amusement.
Dante stood at the large, polished desk, his hands gripping the edge with the same intensity he reserved for his most brutal fights. His eyes locked on Logan's, but his body was taut, every muscle primed for action. "Stay away from her, Logan," Dante growled, his voice low but sharp, like a blade being drawn from its sheath. "This is your last warning."
Logan's smirk deepened as he leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching Dante closely. "Warning?" He scoffed, eyes glinting with menace. "You think you can intimidate me? You don't even know what you're up against, Dante." His gaze flicked to the side, toward Aria, who had entered silently behind Dante.
