Ryan:
When I woke up, the morning light was still soft. Sleep barely touched the tension in my shoulders, and my mind raced through everything—the kiss with Dani, the weight of our conversation, and the storm that was coming.
I was toweling off after my shower when I heard the unmistakable sound of heavy fists pounding on the door.
The first knock was distant, almost muffled, but then it came again sharper this time. My gut tightened. There was no mistaking it now—I knew that knock, and the man on the other end of it made me furious.
Dani was stepping out of the hallway when I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head.
"Who's at the door?" she asked, voice tight with unease.
"Will," I muttered, my rage climbing as the knocking escalated into a furious barrage of thuds.
Dani was al
