THE CONFRONTATION – NATHAN HART AND JULIAN D'ARGENTO
Julian D'Argento stood in the dimly lit lounge of an exclusive hotel bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling the amber liquid idly. He wasn’t surprised Nathan Hart had asked to meet. He was expecting it. He turned slightly when he heard approaching footsteps, his sharp silver eyes landing on Nathan.
Nathan’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something volatile—something Julian had seen before but never took seriously. This time, it felt different.
“Cut the pleasantries," Nathan said, sliding into the seat across from Julian, his tone edged with tension. "I saw everything that night. The way you kissed Leo. The way he let you. You know, I had always known there was something off about you wearing a mask. But wo
