The soft hum of Damien’s office filled the air — a space as cold and sharp as the man himself. Sunlight filtered weakly through tall glass windows, glinting off the surface of his untouched coffee. He sat behind his desk, reviewing a file, but his mind wasn’t really in it.
For days, he had been restless. No matter how hard he tried, the image of Elena’s terrified eyes on the night of her arrest haunted him. He told himself she deserved what she got… but something inside him refused to stay quiet.
The door burst open.
“Stephan?” Damien’s brows furrowed in surprise.
Stephan didn’t waste time on pleasantries. He strode in with stormy determination, his usually calm eyes burning with anger. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice cold and steady.
Damien leaned back, his tone indifferent. “A
