C18 Held in Iron

“Are you alright, sir?” one of the staff asked, stepping forward on instinct.

He had barely reached out to help when Calvin’s gaze snapped to him sharp, lethal, and unforgiving.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Calvin growled, his voice fierce and possessive, cutting through the air like a blade.

No one dared to speak.

The room seemed to constrict