The clinking of silverware against fine china echoed softly through the dimly lit dining room. The warm glow from the chandelier above cast shadows on the walls, creating an intimate yet tense atmosphere.
Rafael sat across from Marco, his fork slowly pushing food around on his plate, though his appetite had long since fled. The sound of the fork against the plate was a sharp contrast to the silence that had settled between them.
Rafael's thoughts were miles away, lost in the dark corridors of the mansion's underworld where they had interrogated Mr. Guández.
Countless "what ifs" replayed in his mind, an unsettling worry gnawing at him, stirred by the man from last night.
Marco's eyes hadn't left Rafael since they began eating. He observed the subtle changes in Rafael's expression as his thoughts consumed him.
"Something on your mind?" Marco's voice cut through the silence, smooth and controlled, as he casually sipped his coffee.
