Cassandra Kane.
Dorian Voss strolled into the room, a wide smile on his face, exuding the effortless confidence of a man used to being in control. "Detectives," he greeted smoothly, his rich baritone carrying an air of amusement. "Detective Kane, looking lovely as always."
His gaze lingered on her, warm and assessing, before he reached out, taking her hand in his. With deliberate slowness, he brought it to his lips, brushing a feather-light kiss across her knuckles. His lips lingered just a heartbeat too long, a silent challenge or perhaps a calculated move. When he finally released her, his attention shifted to Desmond, his expression cooling instantly.
Desmond watched Dorian, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his eyes at him, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. A muscle ticke
