At night, the study room was bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp, casting warm light over the two of them. Leo sat at his desk, hunched over a large blueprint, his brow furrowed in concentration.
The paper was covered in intricate diagrams, mathematical formulas, and annotations in his sharp, precise handwriting. Lines intersected at odd angles, symbols that looked like a foreign language filled the margins, and small sketches of mechanical components were scattered across the page.
It was a weapon blueprint, something new, something dangerous, something that required every ounce of his focus.
Bella sat across from him at her own small desk, which Leo had specially placed for her since she liked to spend time with him here while she did her college work.
