"Charlotte, hm?" Win said quietly, his tone sharp enough to slice through the room. "Show me."
The demand wasn't a request, it was a command.
King's fingers trembled around his phone. His pulse spiked, the screen glowing in his hand like a dangerous secret.
He swallowed hard, then forced out words, shaky but bold.
"Win… can't I smile chatting with Charlotte? She's the only friend you allow me to have. And yet you still want to monitor even that? So basically, I can't have any private chat with my one friend?"
The silence between them thickened. King's heart was hammering as he set the phone down on the table with a sharp clink.
"Here it is," he snapped, feigning anger. "Check it if you want. Eat your food alone while spying on me."
With that, King turned and started up the stairs, praying desperately inside. Please, Win. Don't pick it up. Don't check it. Don't find Carlos…
