Your argument with Lorenzo had reached a boiling point. His words cut deep, laced with disrespect that you couldn’t tolerate. Your anger flared, and without thinking, you raised your hand to slap him. But before your palm could connect with his cheek, he caught your wrist in a firm grip.

His eyes darkened as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't ever do that again," he growled in a low, menacing voice.