Leo’s POV

The night air was thick with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on my chest as I watched Maya launch herself into Jackson’s arms. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes burned with an unbreakable fury—she was fierce, unyielding. I clenched my fists, fighting every instinct to step forward and shield her. The urge to protect her, to keep her safe from everything threatening to explode around us, was overwhelming. But I knew she needed her space now, her ...