*Sawyer*
As we stand by the window, our world feels vibrant and alive, and yet somehow very small and intimate.
A sudden ring makes me glance away from the beautiful skyline. Theo apologises and walks over to turn on a monitor. A figure looms in the lobby, a sharp contrast to the elegance of Theo’s penthouse. He’s dressed in dark clothing, his posture rigid, and I can’t shake the feeling that something about him is off.
Theo’s gaze sharpens as he buzzes in the man. “I’ll be right back,” he says, his voice suddenly low and serious. My heart thuds in my chest, a mix of curiosity and concern. I watch as Theo strides out into the small hallway, opening the door to the man, his demeanor shifting from relaxed and playful to steely and guarded.
“Who is that?” I murmur to myself, feeling a
