Nicole's Pov
As we enter Mason’s office, the room's warmth is immediately noticeable. A large oak desk sits at one end, while a cozy seating area with leather armchairs and a low coffee table occupy the other. The scent of aged wood and faint traces of lavender hang in the air, lending the space a sense of comfort.
Seated in one of the armchairs is an older man, his presence commanding even in his stillness. His silver-streaked hair is neatly combed back, and his piercing gray eyes observe us with quiet intensity. He has the build of someone who has spent his life in strength and discipline, though the lines on his face and the slight stoop in his shoulders spoke of a lifetime’s worth of battles. Despite his age, there is an undeniable aura of power about him.
Mason, who has been standi
