(Author’s POV)
The Skylar mansion carried an air of calm that afternoon. The four Skylar brothers were together, each in his own way at ease but carrying that unspoken intensity that defined them.
Asher lounged with his script open, though his eyes had softened from earlier focus, the words blurring as he half-listened to the silence around him. Owen sat upright in an armchair, calm yet alert, the kind of posture that suggested he could spring into action at any moment.
Ryan, as always, looked unreadable, though his fingers drummed once against the armrest before going still, his only tell. Ian sprawled on the couch, his head tilted back, chest rising and falling in a rhythm of weariness, though his restless energy still lingered beneath the surface.
It was a sight to behold, the fou
