Ivy entered the living room; she saw Victor standing by the window, his back to her. He was dressed in his signature black attire, his hair tied in a ponytail, a few strands framing his face. But what caught her attention was the cold, hard expression on his face.
Ivy's heart skipped a beat as she approached him, her mind racing with questions. "Victor, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for hours. I was worried sick about you. What happened? Did something go wrong?"
Victor didn't respond, his gaze fixed on some point outside the window. Ivy's questions only seemed to annoy him further, his jaw clenched in frustration.
"Victor, please tell me what's going on. You're scaring me. I thought we had a connection; I thought we understood each other. But now, you're just shutting me out?" Ivy's voice was laced with concern, but Victor didn't seem to care.