chapter 2

Sun, 18 Jan 2026 19:15:59 +0000

He didn't take me to a bedroom. He took me to his study, a room that smelled of old leather and power, and lined with bookshelves that felt like they were closing in on me. He kicked the door shut behind us and carried me to a large mahogany desk, sweeping everything off it with a single, violent crash of his arm. Papers, a decanter, a pen, they all clattered to the floor, clearing the space for me.