The Breaking Point

Louis stood frozen, torn between two forces that had just obliterated the calmness of his life.

His eyes flickered from Priscilla's bloodied face, her once flawless beauty now marred by Claire's savage blow, to Claire's unbothered expression, her body still tense, ready for more. 

The tension in the room was unbearable, suffocating, and Louis felt his own breath growing shallow, as if the walls were closing in on him.

He didn't know what to say. What *could* he says? His silence was damning, but words felt like empty promises in this volatile situation.

 He had never wanted things to escalate like this, yet somehow, it had spiraled out of control right before his eyes.

 Claire had ignited something in him, something raw and primal, but Priscilla… Priscilla was the ghost of everything he'd once held dear, now reduced to this broken, sobbing mess before him.