After reveling in the thrill of taunting Alex and witnessing his public humiliation, Leo Aetherwind returned to his home—a sanctuary cloaked in opulence and whispers of power.
The familiar scent of polished mahogany and floral notes enveloped him like a comforting embrace, providing a stark contrast to the chaos and laughter left at the academy.
He strode through the marbled hallways, where sunlight poured in through vast, gilded windows like golden ribbons unfurling, staining the walls with warmth and vivid hues, casting the villa in a captivating glow.
Leo was flanked by the echoes of his earlier triumph.
How easy it is to manipulate, to play his game with confidence, he thought, a hint of smug satisfaction dancing in his chest.
