“s**t, s**t, s**t!” Bonavelli’s roars fill the room before anyone has time to prepare for it, his voice slamming against the walls as his arm sweeps across the desk, papers scattering in uneven arcs and a glass shattering as it hits the floor. The office smells of alcohol from the broken glass, and for a moment, the air itself feels unbreathable and still.
Aurelio and Celestia stand beside each other, both of them silent as they watch Bonavelli. Aurelio stiffens where he stands, his shoulders pulling back out of instinct more than intention, his body reacting before his mind can catch up. He keeps his hands at his back, clutching hard enough to show tension without becoming obvious. Celestia remains silent as well, keeping her gaze on the floor, though she is still frightened by his outbu
