I was sitting at my desk, the glow of my office lamp casting a warm light over the papers scattered in front of me. The quiet hum of the city beyond the window was a distant backdrop as I reviewed the numbers for a crucial meeting scheduled for the next day. My focus was sharp, my mind methodically working through the data—until the sudden commotion outside my door snapped me out of my concentration.
I lifted my head, listening.
A man’s voice. Muffled at first. Unfamiliar, yet oddly recognizable in a way I couldn’t immediately place. There was an edge to it—something sharp, something angry.
Before I had time to fully process it, the door swung open.
A man stood in the doorway, his stance aggressive, his presence imposing. His dark, curly hair framed a face twisted in barely restrained
