Hamza’s piercing eyes met hers instantly as he caught her forearm to steady her, his grip strong yet controlled. “Careful… you almost fell there,” he said, his deep voice smooth but edged with an intensity that made the air around them thrum. His gaze lingered, assessing her with a mix of surprise and curiosity, a hint of something unspoken sparking between them. “I’d hate to see you hurt on my watch,” he added, letting his hold relax just enough—but not enough to let her slip from his presence.