I should have listened to the part of me that said stay in my room.
Stay out of it. Stay quiet. Stay safe.
But that part of me was getting harder to hear.
The penthouse felt too still, too quiet after everything that had happened. My thoughts wouldn’t settle, my chest still tight from the way things had shifted between us the night before. So I did the one thing I was probably not supposed to do.
I left.
Not outside. I wasn’t stupid.
But I wandered.
Down the long corridors, past rooms I hadn’t been in yet, past doors that stayed closed like they were hiding something. The place felt different at night. Colder. Less polished. More… real.
Voices pulled me from my thoughts.
Low.
Sharp.
Angry.
I slowed, my steps quieter as I followed the sound without really thinking about it.
Tha
