At that moment, Riley felt an icy shiver crawl down her spine as she watched Tryson slowly turn his gaze toward her, his eyes dark and unreadable.
A sense of dread coiled in her chest, making it harder to breathe.
"T-Tryson?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
But before she could react, he suddenly reached for her hand, his grip firm and unyielding. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he pulled her slightly closer, his piercing eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart pound violently against her ribs.
Fear clenched at Riley's throat as she stared into his unwavering gaze, unable to look away.
The pressure of his grip tightened, sending a jolt of panic through her. She winced slightly, but Tryson didn't let go.
Instead, he leaned in ever so slightly, his expression shadowed with something unreadable—something dangerous.