Shawn froze in an instant, his very essence crumbling under the weight of the question that pierced his soul. The room seemed to close in on him, trapping him in a vortex of fear and uncertainty. His eyes widened with terror, as if they were about to burst from their sockets, and instinctively, he sought solace in the gaze of Claire, desperate for guidance in this tempestuous storm of truth.
"Why... why would you ask such a thing? It's not like—" Shawn stammered, his voice trembling with apprehension, his words barely escaping his quivering lips.
But in an instant, the raven-haired Omega erupted in a tempest of fury, his fist crashing down upon the table with a thunderous boom. The force rattled the delicate teacups, shattering the fragile tranquility that once enveloped the room, leaving only a lingering tension that permeated the very air they breathed. Every other figure present, save for Owen, was jolted from their reverie, their gazes fixated on the unfolding drama.
