The penthouse greeted him with silence.
Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that presses in on your ribs, too tight and too loud in its emptiness.
Kyl stepped inside and let the door close behind him with a hiss. The city lights blinked through the wall of glass, casting cold reflections on the polished marble floor. Everything inside the space was as immaculate and calculated as he was steel, glass, stone, no color, no warmth. No softness.
Except her.
Ivana.
The image of her lingered in his head like smoke, wild blonde hair tangled in his sheets, eyes glassy with tears and trust, her voice shaking when she whispered his name like it meant something. Like he meant something.
He unbuttoned his jacket slowly, shrugged it off and tossed it onto the nearest chair with unusual care. His t
