ZAVIER
I woke up with a start, my vision blurry as I tried to make sense of the chaos around me. The first thing I saw was Zavier, his fist crashing into Onyx’s face, over and over, blood splattering with each blow. Onyx’s face was already a mess, his features barely recognizable. Zavier was shouting, demanding answers, but I could barely hear him over the pounding in my head.
“Zavier, stop!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please, stop!”
Zavier paused mid-punch, his chest heaving with fury. He turned to look at me, his eyes wild with anger and concern. Slowly, he let go of Onyx, who slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.
The room was silent except for Onyx’s labored breathing and the rapid thudding of my heart. Zavier’s expression softened as he looked at me, but the a
