The dim lighting in Julian's penthouse cast long shadows on the walls, the hum of the city muffled by thick glass windows. He stood near the window, the skyline glittering like a world indifferent to his turmoil. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his expression unreadable.
Madeline entered quietly, watching him for a moment before breaking the silence. “Julian, you can’t fight this alone.”
He turned to face her, his eyes dark with worry. “Every time I make a move, Alastair counters with one that costs us. I don’t want to risk losing you, too.”
She stepped closer, her voice firm yet gentle. “You won’t lose me. Not now, not ever. We’ve fought too hard to let him win.”
Julian’s resolve softened, and he reached for her hand, pulling her close. “Then let’s end this together.”
