Braelyn's POV
" Know your fucking place." Raphael spat every single word out with an eerie calm demeanour which kind of made things worse.
Lucien's grip did not relax. His jaw clenched and unclenched. He was trying so fuckin hard to be polite. His gaze alone was enough to end Raphael if he was anyone else but Raphael Volkov wasn't a simple man
Heat crackled instantly between them, the air thick enough to choke on. For a moment, I genuinely believed they were going to throw punches right there in front of the donors and the cameras.
Lucien stepped closer, shoulders rigid, eyes burning with something unhinged and dangerous. "I should be the one telling you that. What makes you think you have the right to breathe the same air as her?" He hissed as their hazel eyes met.
Lucien looked like he was on the edge, a stark contrast to Raphael, who still had that infuriating calm demeanour.
