(Olivia’s POV)
The room was so cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones no matter how hard you tried to shake it off.
I sat on a stiff leather chair, my wrists free but my body frozen in place. The walls were bare, industrial gray, and the only sound was the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. I wasn’t tied up or restrained, but the two men stationed at the door made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere.
Ferro hadn’t shown himself yet, but I could feel his presence in the room—an invisible weight pressing against my chest, heavy and suffocating.
The door creaked open, and there he was. Alessandro Ferro.
He was taller than I’d expected, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, his every movement exuding power and control. His dark eyes locked onto mine as he entered, his lips
