Something to hold on to

Just as Benjamin’s hand rose, ready to strike Ivy, a blur of movement cut between them.

Jayden.

His presence alone was enough to send a shiver down Benjamin’s spine, but it was his eyes—burning with fury, almost inhuman in their intensity—that made Benjamin hesitate. A low, menacing growl rumbled from Jayden’s chest, primal and terrifying, vibrating through the air like a warning from something far more dangerous than just a man.

"How dare you?" Jayden's voice was sharp, each word laced with venomous rage.

Benjamin stiffened, masking his fear with arrogance. “She’s mine. I can do whatever the hell I want.” His fists clenched at his sides, his voice defiant, but there was an undeniable tremor beneath it.