Capítulo 141: Not enough

The club was quiet, its usual lively atmosphere dimmed by the late hour. Dylan sat slouched on the leather sofa in a secluded corner, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol coursing through his veins. His head rested against the back of the seat, his fingers pressing into his temples.

James watched him with a worried look on his face. "I never thought I'd see you like this."

"Like what?" Dylan grumbled in annoyance.

"Like a heartbroken teenager after their first breakup," James quipped, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.

Dylan shot him a glare, his leg jerking out to kick James. "Are you here to help, or are you here to irritate me? If you can't help me, don't taunt me at the very least."

James chuckled. "Relax, man. I'm here to help," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Dylan's shoulder. "But seriously, seeing you like this is a rare sight. It's… well, it's worrying. But also, kind of funny."