The morning sun hung in the sky, a watchful eye casting its golden rays through the villa's windows, painting the room with an ethereal glow.
The air was thick with tension, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to unfold.
Leo Aetherwind sat at the edge of the plush, velvet couch, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, a silent storm brewing within him as he awaited the arrival of Selena.
"Selena," he called, his voice smooth yet icy, resonating through the spacious room like distant thunder.
There was an indifference woven into his tone, calculated and precise—a thin veil over the chaos swirling within him.
Selena, having been lost in a world of her own thoughts, stood just outside the door of the sitting room, hesitating as confusion painted her features.
There was an urgency in his call, yet uncertainty tugged at her heart.
