THIRD PERSON POV
The sound of rain tapping softly against the tall glass windows filled the quiet of the Hart Mansion. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, stretching through the vast living room lined with polished marble and expensive art. Everything about the house was perfect, just like its owner — cold, composed, and untouchable.
Sebastian Hart sat at his desk in the study, his attention fixed on the papers in front of him, though his mind was far from the numbers. The rain outside matched the heaviness inside him. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and his tie lay discarded on the edge of the desk. The dim lighting made his features sharper, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead.
For a man who ruled an empire, Sebastian looked tired.
