Another exhausting day and now Starry was back in his abode.
He had barely shrugged off his suit jacket when a soft knock on the door drew his attention.
“Come in,” he called, his voice calm yet authoritative.
The door opened, and Chloe stepped inside. She wore a simple yet elegant evening dress that hugged her figure modestly, her hair cascading down her shoulders. There was a hesitance in her steps as though she had been debating whether to come in or not. Starry’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, studying her expression.
“What is it?” he asked, his tone cool.
Chloe clasped her hands together as she tried to find the right words. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” she began, her voice steady but soft.
Starry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Go on.”
She took a deep br
