SCARLETT ROSE
I'm in Kieran's mansion, immersed in one of the many books he has scattered on the shelf.
The collection is vast and eclectic, full of classics, supernatural tales, and some older narratives that seem to confide the secrets of a lost world.
The surrounding atmosphere is calm, but I soon notice a sudden change when I hear the front door open and his footsteps echoing through the entryway.
I lift my gaze from the book and see him entering with a hard, focused expression, and I feel my heart race, sensing the tension emanating from him.
I close the book and stand up.
Kieran walks to the kitchen without even glancing at me.
He removes his suit jacket, pulling the tie off with a quick tug, and opens the fridge, taking out a bottle of water.
The way he drinks, emptying the
