Alessio's POV.
The front door shuts with a thud behind me. For a moment, I just stand there, the weight of the night pressing down on me like a goddamn mountain.
Christ, what a day. One minute I'm putting a gun in Viktor's face, the next I'm trying to put one on my own goddamn cousin's back. Everything feels heavier tonight, slower. Like even the air is fighting me.
I run a hand over my face, scrubbing at the exhaustion.
I just need a drink. One drink. Then I'll go find Lily. I just... I just need to see her. Remind myself that there's still something real in this mess. Something worth fighting for.
I peel off my jacket, tossing it carelessly over the back of a chair and head over to my office. The bottle is already calling my name. I'm only half a glass away from numbing the chaos c
