The plan to protect her
With displays illuminating the space in icy blue and muted green, the war room hummed with a restrained, electric intensity. The air vibrated softly with the sound of servers breathing, of processors thinking faster than any human ever could. Light spilled across glass tables and steel walls, painting sharp reflections that made the room feel colder than it was. At the center of it all stood Adrian Cross, rigid and unmoving, as though the city itself had grown around him.
The city map beneath his gaze pulsed with life. Dozens of markers blinked in disciplined patterns—red for potential breaches, amber for suspected movement, blue for secured locations. Each dot carried weight. Each one whispered the possibility of danger, of failure, of her. Adrian’s fingers were
