Sophie’s pov
The morning arrived with its usual hum of city life, but today the streets felt heavier, denser somehow, as though even the air carried anticipation. Horns honked in the distance, boots clattered against wet sidewalks, and the scent of baked bread from a corner café mingled with exhaust and rain-slicked asphalt. Each element of the city seemed magnified, as though it had been waiting for me to notice it.
I slipped into the office, coat wrapped tightly around me, and tried to exhale the tension lodged in my chest. The metal door closed behind me with a subtle click, isolating me from the constant buzz outside. My hands trembled occasionally, and I wasn’t sure if it was fatigue, lingering pain, or the magnetic pull of those three men who had inserted themselves so irrevocably
