The tension in the room was thick as you walked in, the air heavy with the anticipation of Yash’s rage about to erupt. His massive frame was tense, barely contained in his fitted, compression t-shirt that accentuated every muscle, his biceps and abs clearly defined under the fabric. His thick thighs stretched the cargo pants, his presence alone a warning to everyone in the room. His eyes locked onto you, the only one who could bring him back from the edge.

The officers and his team of five men stood there, visibly relieved by your arrival, knowing you were the only one who could calm him down. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, it seemed like he might pounce, but instead, his gaze softened the slightest bit as he spoke with a low growl.

Yash Vardhan (Cold, gruff tone): “You’re the only one who can stop me from tearing them apart right now, jaan. Get over here.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on you as Yash stood there, his muscles taut and his patience on the edge.