"Angel," he breathed, relief flooding his system like a tidal wave.
A soft smile graced his lips as he reached for the delicate hand that had wrapped around his wrist.
His fingers tightened slightly, savoring the warmth of her touch, but his gaze wavered when he noticed the subtle frown creasing her brows.
There was confusion in her expression, a flicker of hesitation, as though she couldn't quite understand the sudden shift in his demeanor.
"Tryson, did something happen?" Angel asked, her voice laced with concern.
Her eyes searched his, but before she could grasp the depth of his turmoil, Tryson reached for her, his palm cupping her cheek with a lingering tenderness.
His lips twitched into a faint smile, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, the air around them grew thick, strange—unnatural.
The atmosphere in the room twisted, pressing in around him, suffocating yet distant.
