Under His Gaze

Darius

The moment the doors opened, my eyes landed on Brant’s hand.

He was still holding Clara’s, his chest heaving like he had just run a marathon. He sighed in relief, and he even had the audacity to smile, as if he was proud of dragging her in here just in time, before the meeting could begin.

His brows furrowed, his fingers twitching. “Hmm? Why do I feel like someone is glaring at me?” he