Nico
The smell of cigar smoke hit me before I even stepped inside my father's office. Old money. Old power. Rotting at the core.
The door shut behind Dominic and me with a sound too final to be accidental. My father summoned us this morning and I instantly had dread building in my gut. Most of the time it was me he required, never the both of us, unless it was serious or.....I steeled my nerves, preparing myself to not show an ounce of weakness.
My father sat behind his desk like a king on a decaying throne. His fingers steepled, eyes sharp and assessing. Looking for any signs of weakness like a predator on a hunt. The windows behind him overlooked the dirt he believed still belonged to him. It did, for now.
Natalya Romanov sat to his right. She didn't look at me. She looked at Domi
