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So yeah, I was stuck between two powerful guys, my heart pounding against my ribs so hard it felt like they could both hear it. Xavier stood in the doorway, looming like a storm cloud in his perfectly tailored suit.
His grey eyes, usually calm and cool, were now burning with raw emotions, jealousy, hurt, and a fierce protectiveness that twisted my stomach in knots.
Rowan was close by, jaw clenched, with one hand hovering near my shoulder, ready to pull me behind him at any moment. The air crackled with unspoken challenges, and the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains did nothing to lighten the heavy atmosphere surrounding us.
Seriously though, what the fuck was this love triangle-esque shit?
Or was it a love square at this point?
"Theodore," Xavier said again, his voice low and controlled, carrying that unmistakable edge that made me shiver. "Come home with me. Now."
