Voices of the Heart
"Anna. Wait." Ben's voice cut through the tense quiet like a sharp blade.
She exhaled sharply, irritation flaring in her amber eyes as she turned her head toward him. For a heartbeat, her gaze locked on his, and something unspoken passed between them—years of shared history, stubborn pride, and mutual love compressed into a single glance.
Victor watched, his purple eyes narrowing slightly, sensing the electric tension curling through the room. Every flicker of their expressions, every twitch of muscle, drew him in. He had seen his parents argue before, but this—this was different. It was raw, urgent, almost desperate.
