AIDEN
I arrive home, realizing I have two missed calls from Hermione. The penthouse elevator doors slide open, revealing the polished marble floors of my home. I remove my tie as I step inside, the city lights twinkling below. I unlock the door with the access key, the familiar chime echoing in the vast space. The card reader flashes green, granting me access to the grand splendor of my home.
I often admire my achievements, a sense of pride swelling whenever I cross the threshold. The art collection on the walls, the carefully curated furniture – all testaments to my success. However, my mood is soured by Lachlan's attack, the memory a sharp sting. I can barely think straight. I go to the bar, removing my tie further while kicking off my shoes. The aroma of aged wood and leather fills th
