Valkyrie's dark eyes flared with raw, dangerous fury, the skin around his jaw tightening as he stared down at the man trapped beneath him. Over me? As if I'd ever let you throw us away like that, he spat mentally, his intense, unyielding gaze locked onto Brown's guarded expression.
"Matt... let's just pretend I never confessed to you back then, okay?" Brown spoke softly, his voice trembling slightly under the crushing weight of the atmosphere. "That way, we can still go back to normal. We can maintain the professional relationship we used to have."
Guilt was written plainly across every line of Brown's handsome face. Years ago, Valkyrie's father had taken him in out of pure, unasked-for kindness, providing him with shelter, an elite education, and a family when he had nothing. And how had he repaid that immense debt? By developing forbidden feelings and making an impulsive, pathetic move on the man's only son.
