Markon’s façade crumbles
Markon’s façade began to crumble when he realized I wouldn’t be easily defeated. His confident smile faded, replaced by a flicker of anxiety.
He tried to throw me off with charm and manipulation, but it didn’t work. The more he sensed my determination, the more erratic and desperate he became.
His carefully curated image was falling apart, and with it, his control over the situation. For the first time, I saw uncertainty in his eyes.