(Author’s POV)
The city below sparkled like a bed of shattered diamonds. Hong Kong’s sleepless skyline is alive with lights, horns, and shadows. But inside Selene’s penthouse, everything was still. Cold. Quiet.
Selene stood alone near the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped in a silk robe the color of blood and power. Her arms were crossed, the untouched wine glass on the table beside her. Behind her, the holographic screen slowly rotated Adrian Ansaldo’s dossier again.
Photos. Statistics. Speculations. Everything her intel had managed to gather. And yet, none of it told her what truly mattered.
"Why did it feel like something walked out with him?" Her jaw tightened as she turned toward the screen and stared at his picture.
That suit. That smirk. That storm in his eyes.
A thousand men
