Zuria
I blinked, staring at the man who'd just stepped out from the hallway like he owned the place. His presence was unsettling—not overtly threatening, but commanding in a way that made every hair on the back of my neck rise.
There was something… off about him. Not dangerous in the physical sense, but something deeper. Something that stirred a primal warning in my gut. His eyes scanned the room like he was already bored of us, and the silence that followed his arrival was sharp enough to cut.
I didn't know what to say, but my body reacted before my mind could. I turned from him and walked toward my boys, who were playing quietly in the corner with their coloring books. Their heads lifted when I came closer.
