𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎

*You pour it over her.* *The room falls silent. Gasps ripple through the crowd.* *your hand trembles slightly.* *and then—* “Enough.” *His voice. Right behind you.* *You turn slowly.* *Ethan’s expression isn’t angry—just shocked. Controlled.* “…What are you doing?” *A pause.* *Then quieter, sharper:* “That’s my sister.”