63. Something to Hold on

Just as Benjamin’s hand rose, ready to strike Ivy, a blur of movement cut between them. Jayden. His presence alone was enough to send a shiver down Benjamin’s spine, but it was his eyes—burning with fury, almost inhuman in their intensity—that made Benjamin hesitate. A low, menacing growl rumbled from Jayden’s chest, primal and terrifying, vibrating through the air like a warning from something far more dangerous than just a man. "How dare you?" Jayden's voice was sharp, each word laced with venomous rage. Benjamin stiffened, masking his fear with arrogance. “She’s mine. I can do whatever the hell I want.” His fists clenched at his sides, his voice defiant, but there was an undeniable tremor beneath it. Jayden’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Just because she's your girl doesn't mean she's your property!" His voice rose with barely controlled anger. "I don't want to fight you, Benjamin, but you keep pushing. You keep testing me. And I swear, if you don’t lea