In a room where shadows danced like ghosts, a table dominated the center, and five chairs surrounded the table, but only three figures gathered around it. At the head, Abaddon exuded an aura of cold authority, his dark gaze locked onto the files spread before him. To his left sat the towering figure of Dexter, a man of imposing strength and silent intensity. To his right lounged Axel, his cynical smirk contrasting the gravity of the situation.
But this meeting was about to change. The air shifted with the entrance of a new presence. The door creaked open, and Jezebel Marcus glided in, her entrance commanding the room's attention. Her long black hair cascaded like midnight silk down her back, framing a face that held both beauty and danger. Her brown eyes bore into the room with an unwave
