Vincent's P.O.V
My heart raced as I hastily made my way down the dimly lit corridor, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The sense of urgency gnawed at me as I realized that Elena hadn't followed me out of the room. Panic set in, and a wave of realization crashed over me—I had left her alone in a room filled with dangerous weapons.
My mind raced with the possible scenarios that could unfold, and I quickened my pace, dread tightening its grip on me.
The door to my office loomed ahead, and I flung it open without a moment's hesitation. The sight that greeted me sent a jolt through my entire being. There she was, not reaching for a weapon, but instead kneeling on the floor, meticulously arranging the papers that had scattered in the haste of my departure. The papers, once strewn about like fallen leaves, were now being carefully placed back on my desk by Elena's trembling hands.
