Illyana's POV:
The heavy oak door of Alessandro’s office felt cold beneath my fingertips, the smooth, polished wood a stark contrast to the nervous tremor that ran through me. I paused for a moment, steeling myself, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The scene that unfolded before me was a stark departure from the usual quiet power of Alessandro’s inner sanctum. Gone were the pristine surfaces and carefully arranged objects, replaced by a chaotic display of maps, charts, and photographs spread across the large mahogany table. The room thrummed with a palpable tension, the air thick with the unspoken weight of impending violence. It was a war room, every detail a testament to the meticulous planning that had consumed Alessandro and his men in the days s
