The silence in the room was suffocating. Arthur could feel his chest tightening with each passing second, as if the very air had become thick and oppressive. His heart hammered against his ribcage like a caged bird desperate for escape, and he found himself struggling to draw in steady breaths. The weight of the stare-down pressed down on him like a physical force, making his shoulders tense and his muscles coil with nervous energy.
Across from him, the two women stood like immovable pillars—Cara with her commanding presence that seemed to fill every corner of the small room, and Myah with her arms crossed, deliberately avoiding eye contact as she pouted like a child denied her favorite toy. The contrast between them was striking: Cara's unwavering gaze that seemed to pierce straight through to Arthur's soul, and Myah's stubborn petulance that radiated disappointment and barely contained frustration.
