~ Seraphina ~
The air in the penthouse felt like it had been replaced by liquid nitrogen. I stood in the center of the living room, the city lights shimmering behind me through the floor-to-ceiling glass, but my focus was entirely on the man standing by the marble fireplace.
Adrian hadn't even taken off his overcoat. He looked impeccable, every silver hair in place, but his composure was a thin, brittle shell. The calm he usually wore like a weapon had been replaced by a cold, vibrating fury. On the coffee table between us lay a tablet, its screen glowing with the latest financial headlines: Vale Industries Stock Plummeting Amidst Scandal.
"You think you can humiliate me?" he said. His voice was dangerously quiet, the kind of whisper that carried more weight than a scream. He didn't mov
