Fangs Behind the Smile
The moment Evan stepped inside, the room changed. Not loud, but something subtle - like a held breath finally released.
Just past the door he came to a halt.
Beside the desk stood Charlotte Bonds, spine rigid, eyes cutting through the air. Opposite, Julian D'Aurelius lounged - loose limbs, half-smile - as if interviews were just casual chats after midnight.
Evan's eyes instantly locked onto Julian.
That bastard.
Why is he with Charlotte?
The temperature in the room seemed to drop by a degree.
Julian felt it immediately—the weight of that stare. He cleared his throat lightly and shifted his gaze to the side, pretending he hadn't noticed.
[Why are you staring at me? Think I'm here to steal Charlotte from you?]
[Damn stud horse, do you think all the beauties in the world belong to you?]
Charlotte's brow twitched.
There it was again. That inner voice. Calm. Mocking. Unfiltered.
She turned her head sharply and glared at Julian.
