Faith ascended the stairs first, followed closely by Tristan, and finally Ross, who moved with an air of confidence that only added to the tension.
When they reached the second floor, Faith opened a door and stepped inside.
Once all three were in the room, she locked the door behind them.
Without hesitation, Ross moved to Faith's side, sliding an arm around her shoulders in a display of possessiveness.
His casual but dominant stance spoke volumes, leaving no room for doubt about where Faith stood.
"Faith?" Tristan's voice was tight with anger, though he fought to keep his composure.
He looked at her with a mix of disbelief and desperation, hoping for an explanation.
Confronting Ross physically wasn't even an option in his mind.
Tristan had seen the viral videos—Ross taking down a dozen men effortlessly, moving as though he had eyes in the back of his head.