The moment Andreas set his eyes on Val, I could feel the air between them shift, heavy with accusation and restrained fury. Val’s usual arrogance faltered, just enough for me to notice, a twitch of a hand, a flicker in the eyes that betrayed guilt. Andreas didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. The tension was sharp, slicing through the space between us, a silent interrogation that made the hairs on my neck bristle. I watched as Val’s composure cracked, tiny cracks at first, then larger, more alarming. There was panic there, raw and exposed, and for the first time, I understood how dangerous it was to underestimate Andreas. He didn’t just see patterns he saw truths that people like Val thought were hidden.I felt my stomach twist, part dread and part awe, as Andreas moved clo
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