Sebastian
My house feels alive tonight.
The air is thick with tension, excitement, and something unspoken, something deeper that no one wants to name.
Today, we celebrate my 1st victory against Christopher.
That man has to pay for everything he has done.
James sits at the head of the dining table, his sons scattered around, each nursing a drink.
Adam leans against the wall, looking restless, while Eric and Jonathan are seated, exchanging glances like they’re debating how much to say.
“Today went better than I expected,” Eric says, finally breaking the silence.
His tone carries a hint of relief, but his body language tells a different story.
His shoulders are stiff, his eyes scanning the room as though he expects something to come crashing through the windows.
I nod, swirling the
