A man sat opposite her, his eyes fixed on her.
There was nothing outwardly threatening about his face. His expression was calm, almost impenetrable. Yet his gaze never wavered, never softened. It was the kind of look that sends shivers down your spine, the kind that triggers a deep instinct within him—a soft voice whispering, “Something is wrong.”
Claire looked away, telling herself not to overthink it. Maybe he was lost in thought. Maybe he wasn’t even looking at her. But every time she dared to glance back, his eyes were there, steady and fixed.
The discomfort in his chest grew heavier with every passing minute.
A sudden decision
