ALLE
I need a break from staring at medical texts before my brain melts out of my ears.
Three hours of reading about cellular regeneration and wolfsbane extraction protocols has left me with a headache that pounds behind my eyes and an overwhelming urge to do literally anything else.
Which is how I end up wandering the estate until I find myself outside Rex's workspace.
The door's cracked open, warm light spilling into the hallway along with the sound of pencil scratching against paper. I knock once, pushing inside without waiting for permission because f**k politeness.
Rex is surrounded by chaos.
Blueprints cover every available surface—spread across his massive drafting table, pinned to the walls, rolled up in corners. Architectural models in various stages of completion sit on she
