SEBASTIAN’S BREAKING POINT
Sebastian returned to the ballroom, his expression composed as he engaged in brief conversations with a few businessmen. His mind, however, was elsewhere—on Nathan. When the event wrapped up, he made his way home, the silence of his mansion only amplifying the storm inside him.
After a quick shower, he slipped into his robe and settled on the edge of his bed. The cold sheets did nothing to soothe the heat of regret burning through him. His fingers hesitated over his phone before he finally dialed.
The line rang twice before Lucas picked up.
“Sebastian?” Lucas’s voice was tired but alert. “Didn’t expect to hear from you this late.”
“Hey, Lucas,” Sebastian greeted, his voice unusually strained. “I… I need to ask you something.”
Lucas sighed on the other end,
