Intentionally

Tyler's scowl was a warning, a fierce glower that seemed to darken the air around him. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his voice low and menacing as he growled, "Whatever you have to say concerning Matthew and the death of your parents has to stay between us." The words hung in the air like a challenge, a threat that seemed to vibrate with an undercurrent of violence.

In seconds, he was on his feet, his movements swift and predatory as he backed away from his desk and headed straight for Sanya. His eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, his gaze a piercing lance that seemed to pin her to the spot. Sandra, sensing the danger, sprang into action, her movements swift and decisive as she inserted herself between Tyler and Sanya.

She stood tall, her eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness, her hands held out in a calming gesture as she faced Tyler down. "Hey, Tyler, let's talk about this," she said, her voice soft and soothing, yet laced with a steel that brooked no argument.
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