Luciana's POV
In one swift, fluid motion, I raised the gun and aimed it at him. The cold steel felt heavy and solid in my palm, my knuckles turning white as my grip tightened. I stood my ground, my feet planted firmly on the floor, my mind made up. He had two choices: a bullet to the chest or to get out of my way.
Our eyes locked in a tense standoff. His held no flicker of surrender, only a stubborn defiance that told me he wouldn't budge. My finger tightened on the trigger, the familiar pressure building as I prepared to pull it. But then, to my surprise, he dropped his hand from the door. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“I’m not letting you go because of your threat, but…” He stopped, his hand rising slightly before he quickly lowered it to his side. “…your face… it’s sad.
