"Well?" Alex asked, his voice smooth yet laced with menace, as though he were simply making idle conversation over tea. "Are you going to prove your loyalty, Tryson? Or are you just another coward, another weak link trying to stand in my way?"
His eyes locked onto Tryson's with an intensity that left no room for doubt—he wasn't interested in excuses, and he certainly wasn't expecting mercy.
The room fell into a tense, suffocating silence, the air thick with expectation and dread.
Tryson's heart pounded against his chest like a drum of war.
He could feel the weight of the moment, the cold steel of the decision tightening around his throat. Every second felt like an eternity, the world holding its breath.
Watching how the situation had escalated, Tryson's fear clawed at his resolve.
He saw the trap he was in, the impossible position Alex had cornered him into.
