Third person's POV
The dinner ended on a note that was, on the surface, cordial and composed. Liora sat back slightly in her chair as the last dishes were cleared away, her posture relaxed but her attention still sharp. She had always been observant by nature, and tonight gave her ample opportunity to study the Gu brothers up close—no longer as distant figures defined by reputation, but as men with distinct temperaments.
Xavier sat at the head of the table, spine straight, hands folded neatly as he listened more than he spoke. When he did speak, it was concise, measured, and final. He carried authority without raising his voice, and people naturally deferred to him. There was no need for overt dominance; it radiated from him quietly, like gravity.
Garret, seated across from Lior
