Footsteps echoed from the staircase, a steady rhythm that caused both Julie and Ava to instinctively glance upward.
The sound grew louder until Roman and Azazel emerged, descending the stairs side by side — Roman's movements composed and effortless, while Azazel's steps carried his usual mix of confidence and mischief.
"Welcome," Roman said as he reached the bottom, his tall figure settling onto one of the cushioned chairs directly across from the girls.
"Hello," Azazel added with a smirk curving at the corner of his lips, his tone light but laced with an unspoken edge.
"Thank you. Good afternoon," Ava greeted politely, her voice calm and respectful as she offered a small nod to both of them.
"Good afternoon to you too," Roman responded, his tone no longer wrapped in the usual businesslike detachment.
There was a noticeable shift — a certain warmth now coloring his voice, and the softness in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Julie.
All because Ava was someone Julie loved.
