TRISTAN'S POV The steel-cold air of the corridor bit at my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the inferno Giovanni ignited with his proximity. I found myself pinned, not by force alone, but by the sheer, overwhelming presence of him. His body was a wall, solid and unyielding, pressing me back against the cool, unforgiving concrete. One arm, thick with muscle, was braced beside my head, a silent declaration of ownership over the space. The other rested just above my hip, not quite touching, yet its implied weight was a crushing pressure, an iron grip that tightened around my lungs.His eyes, dark and predatory, bored into mine, demanding my full, undivided attention. My breath hitched. That intimidating effect he had on me, it was still there, a visceral, unwelcome jolt every time. I tried to look away, to find something, anything, to anchor myself to besides the swirling vortex of his anger, but his gaze was a tractor beam, pulling me deeper.“Do you enjoy it, Tristan?” G
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