131 TOUGH?

LUKE'S POV The lights flickered to life, and the room was bathed in a bright glow. And there, standing in the center of the room, was a baldheaded man. He had a commanding presence, with his chiseled physique on full display and his shirtless form showing off his defined abs and chest. As he slipped on a pair of gloves, his gaze swept the room with purpose. He was also putting on a pair of cargo pants, completing his utilitarian look. It was clear that this man was ready for action. The man's intense gaze zeroed in on André and me, his expression filled with malice. He appeared to be a formidable creature, capable of crushing us with ease. However, I refused to be intimidated. I stood my ground, unafraid of his imposing presence. Me: André. His mind—that was for me; I couldn't talk about Andre. He had no idea what was going on in his mind, if he was terrified. But I knew we couldn't show weakness in front of someone who exuded such dominance and power. So, I met the man's eyes with