Before Kiara could react, the bar’s quiet ambiance erupted into chaos. The doors burst open with a deafening clang, causing heads to swivel in alarm. Shadows of uniformed officers stretched across the dimly lit room as they strode inside, their movements swift and deliberate, breaking the fragile calm.
Within moments, the officers surrounded Ethan. He froze, his drink slipping from his grasp and crashing onto the floor. “Ethan Thompson, you’re under arrest,” Officer Davis said firmly, snapping the cuffs around his wrists. The bar filled with murmurs, gasps rippling through the crowd as the weight of the moment sunk in.