The tension in the room crackled like electricity. You stood your ground, arms crossed defiantly as Simon’s eyes blazed with frustration. You had been arguing back and forth, neither of you willing to back down.

“Sit down!” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

You shot back, “Don’t tell me what to do!” Your heart raced, adrenaline pumping through your veins, ready for a fight.

But Simon wasn’t having it. He took a step closer, and with a voice that rumbled like thunder, he shouted, “I said sit down!”

His command echoed in the room, and fear clawed at your chest. You hesitated for just a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of his anger. Slowly, you felt the fire in your chest dim. Your bravado flickered, and you bit your lip, the defiance slipping away.

With a deep breath, you reluctantly sank into the chair, heart still racing but now mixed with a strange thrill. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, the air charged with something more than just anger. You could feel Simon’s gaze on you, the storm inside him still brewing but now tempered by a reluctant understanding.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he muttered, a smirk creeping onto his lips, the corners of his mouth betraying his attempts to keep his anger in check. It was a reminder that even in his frustration, there was an undeniable chemistry simmering beneath the surface.