Falcon POV
My father's office exuded an air of authority, the scent of aged leather and polished wood filling the room. As I entered, the creak of the heavy oak door echoed in the silence. Sitting across from my father, I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me, his eyes filled with both concern and pride.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the distant sound of birds chirping in the sprawling estate gardens provided a serene backdrop to our conversation. I could hear the muffled footsteps outside of Tom, as he gathered information from the estate.
Despite the support I had assembled to protect Katya, I still felt a deep need to ensure her safety. The weight of responsibility pressed upon me, urging me to be cautious. I sh
