Celina stared at Thor, stunned by his actions, trying to process what had just happened. The silence between them was thick, dense, almost suffocating. Thor was still looking at her with an unreadable expression, his jaw clenched, and his eyes blazing with barely contained jealousy.

“Thor… have you lost your mind?” she asked, still trying to absorb the shock.

“Who is that guy?” he repeated, his voice deeper, controlled, but clearly irritated.

Celina took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure, but her chest was already rising and falling under the pressure of the moment.

“Gabriel,” she said slowly. “I met him at the restaurant where I have lunch almost every day. We ran into each other a few times, started talking… and we went out once.”

Thor took a step forward, eyes locked on hers.

“You went out?”

“Yes, we went out. And you know why?” She lifted her chin, the pain stuck in her throat turning into strength. “Because he was kind to me. Because he listened. Because he treated