Xander & Ariella's Anger Management

Brazzers

Xander Corvus, Ariella Ferrera Pic(s)

The air in the room was thick with a palpable, simmering tension, a stark contrast to the elegant but sterile modern furniture that surrounded them. Xander Corvus, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked rhythmically, paced the length of the plush rug like a caged predator. Across from him, Ariella Ferrera sat with a deceptive stillness, her arms crossed over her chest as a clear, unyielding barrier. “You always do this,” she finally stated, her voice a low and dangerously controlled whisper that seemed to suck all the air from the space between them. Xander stopped his pacing abruptly, turning to face her with a flash of raw, unguarded fury in his eyes that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. “And what is it that I *always* do, Ariella?” he retorted, his tone dripping with a sarcasm so sharp it could have drawn blood. She unfolded herself slowly, rising to her feet to meet his challenging gaze, her own composure beginning to fracture under the immense weight of their shared history. “You dismiss my feelings, you trivialize everything that is important to me, and then you act like the wounded party,” she shot back, her voice rising with each accusation, laced with years of pent-up frustration. He took a step closer, the distance between them now charged with an electric blend of animosity and a strange, undeniable attraction. “Maybe if your feelings weren’t so constantly, exhaustingly present, I wouldn’t have to dismiss them,” he growled, the cruel words hanging in the air like a physical blow. For a long, suspended moment, they simply stared, two opposing forces locked in a silent, brutal war where the only possible outcomes seemed to be mutual destruction or a fragile, hard-won truce.