"Her choice?" Christian sneered, holding Lina in front of him like a shield. "She didn't have one the moment she became mine. I am her world and you're just passing nobody. Stop interfering between us."
Fredrich tilted his head slightly. "She owes nothing to a man who cages her. You don't get to play the victim after becoming the villain."
Lina stood frozen between them, heart thundering in her chest. Neither of them saw her—not truly. She was the damsel in distress that needed to be won.
Christian raised a hand, and his men cocked their rifles.
Fredrich didn't even blink.
Instead, he spoke a single phrase in German.
And from the shadows behind the hangar, another dozen men emerged—Fredrich's elite guard.
For a moment, no one moved. The hangar air was thick, suffocating with tension.
Then the first shot rang out.
Chaos exploded around them—gunfire, shouting, boots slamming against pavement.
