Fallon
My gaze is fixed on the floor, and I can feel Leone’s eyes on me, heavy and assessing. He’s quiet, and it sends a tremor through my already battered nerves.
Milo shifts beside me, his presence a strange sort of comfort despite everything. An unspoken tension coils in the room, and I can sense he wants to say something or do something. He holds back. His loyalty to Leone is as unwavering as it is complex.
Finally, Leone’s voice cuts through the silence, crisp and devoid of any warmth. “Get her cleaned up.” It’s not a suggestion; it’s an order Milo doesn’t hesitate to follow.
Leone doesn’t wait for a response. He turns on his heel, and the door opens. Then, he slams it with such force I cringe.
I steal a glance at Milo. His stare lingers on the closed door when he finally exhales
