I hesitate. His green eyes lock onto mine, sharp and commanding, and I feel frozen. Every thought I try to form is immediately intercepted by the weight of his presence. There’s a gravity in him, an unspoken authority pressing down, and I stiffen, unsure whether to step back—or run. His pride is evident, polished and unyielding, honed over years of being served, feared, and obeyed. Not because he’s charming or sweet, but because no one dares challenge him.
He’s terrifying. Terrifying in the way that makes parents shudder at the thought of their children being caught up in his orbit. Terrifying because he doesn’t need to speak to dominate a room; a glance, a tilt of his head, and the majority of Bora goes silent. The Wills are infamous—not just for their wealth, but for their reputation. And Jadyn? He thrives on the fear in others’ eyes. I’m probably his favorite source of amusement.
