Annakel
They set it up in Alexander’s study because it’s the only room in the penthouse that can look neutral if you don’t know how to read power.
No bed. No skyline glamour. No hints of luxury that scream kept woman.
Just books. A clean wall. A single chair.
Jonah positions the camera and checks the framing three times like he’s building a courtroom exhibit. Viktor runs a sweep for hidden devices. Inessa brings Nadia tea and keeps her in the adjacent room with Edmund, away from the lens but close enough to hear.
Alexander stands off-camera.
Annakel can feel him even when she can’t see him. It’s like her throat knows where he is. The scent on her skin is fainter now, but it’s still there, a steady hum that keeps her pulse from running away.
She hates that she needs it.
She lets it
