The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension as we gathered around the dining table. Despite the cheerful spread of food, my unease grew under Smith’s relentless gaze. His eyes bore into me, heated and intense, making me feel self-conscious and on edge.
Across the table, Sam sat directly in front of me, with Smith to his right and my brother to his left. Aiden, meanwhile, seemed to have perfected the art of avoiding my gaze entirely. He knew I was mad at him, and his guilt was plain as day.
As a student from a well-off family, I appreciate the opportunities and privileges I have, but I've always wanted to carve my own path. My passion for writing has inspired me to explore this side and share my thoughts. I'm excited to connect with readers through my work. So, If you enjoy what I write and wish to support me, I'd be thankful. If not, that's perfectly fine too – I value all feedback on my journey.
Write a comment ...