Lucius stepped forward, his sharp gaze sweeping across the expansive office. The entire room radiated power, not because of its grandeur, but because of the subtle elegance in its design—marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and minimalistic yet high-end furniture. Everything here exuded control.
At the far end, behind a sleek ebony desk, sat a young man—one who looked no older than nineteen or twenty. His posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, an arm draped lazily over the armrest. But his eyes, playful and mischievous, sparkled with intelligence.
Before Lucius could make an assessment, Elliot scoffed and waved a hand dismissively.
"Ellian, get down from there. Stop trying to intimidate people. I’m back."
The young man—Ellian—grinned, swinging his legs off the desk be
