"Do you really think you can protect her from me, Dante?" Logan's voice echoed through the halls, cold and menacing. The words dripped with venom, each syllable a silent threat that caused a ripple of unease in the air.
Dante's eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto Logan. He stood, the walls around them seeming to tremble with the raw power he exuded. The tension was thick, suffocating, and Aria could feel it from the moment Logan stepped into the room.
"You've made your move, Logan," Dante said, his voice deceptively calm. "But I'm not the same man you once knew."
Logan's lips curled into a taunting smile. "No, you're worse." He flicked his gaze to Aria, then back to Dante, his grin widening. "But that won't matter when I take her back. She was never meant to be with you."
Creation is hard, cheer me up!