Tori Black stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the bright backdrop of the city. She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the floor, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a defensive posture I’d come to know far too well over the last six months.
"You won't shatter," I said, stopping just a foot away from her. "Not with me." the big fight with tori black
She looked up, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deceit. Finding none, she let out a long, shaky breath, her shoulders dropping. The tension in the room didn't disappear, but it shifted—from a battle to a stalemate, a fragile truce. Tori Black stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her