(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I can't breathe.
I try to take in air but my chest feels too tight all of a sudden, and it feels like my body forgot how breathing works.
Every single set of eyes in this stadium is on me. Thousands of phones tilt in unison, their flashlights all pointed straight at my face.
Filming.
Recording.
Broadcasting me in real time.
No. No no no no. This isn't happening. This cannot be happening!
Security is already moving. I can see them, men dressed in black clearing a path straight toward us.
Fuck.
I look to my left.
Valentino's face is completely drained of color, his jaw locked so tight I can see the muscle ticking. The shock and disbelief I feel is written all over his face.
I look right.
Raffaele's expression is stone cold. But I can see him grip the armrests so tight that his knuckles turn white.
Angelo meets my gaze last. Though he's calm on the surface, I can see the tension in his eyes.
He knows we're fucked.
