Arianna’s POV
The morning air carried that crisp chill that usually came before rain, and the kind of stillness that made even the city seem to hold its breath. Everything looked calm — too calm, the kind of calm before the storm.
I stepped into the lobby, juggling my handbag and coffee cup, mentally checking my to-do list. Then the air changed. A hush rippled through the space, soft but unmistakable, like a wave of a thousand whispers suddenly silenced.
Then I saw him.
Killian McLeod.
He entered through the VIP doors,escorted by four security guards. His presence was sharp enough to cut through the air. His steps were measured, steady, unhurried — the kind of walk that made people instinctively move aside without being told. He was a force to be reckoned with.
He was dressed in a ch
