The Unnamed Debt

Zara POV

Vance maintained his silence. The quiet stretched between us like a physical weight, settling over the massive desk and suffocating the air in the room. He did not blink. He did not flinch. He just sat there, looking at me with dark, unreadable eyes. His refusal to engage cracked the last fragments of my patience.

I marched forward until the edge of his pristine desk dug into my stomach