PERCY
I tapped my fingers against my desk, the rhythmic sound the only thing keeping me from unraveling. The silence in my office was suffocating, thick and oppressive, pressing in from all sides like invisible walls closing in. I despised silence—it was the absence of movement, the unsettling pause before something went wrong. It meant waiting, uncertainty, and, worst of all, losing control.
Control was everything. It was the foundation upon which I built my power, the carefully laid web of influence I wove around those too blind to see it.
And Alpha Myron. He fell for it.
Without control, cracks formed—small at first, barely noticeable, but they spread, deepened, until everything collapsed.
And I could feel it now, that creeping sensation of instability. With every second that pass
