His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. His eyes, usually cold and composed, grew darker with each passing moment.
Why did it bother him so much? Why did seeing her with someone else stir such a storm inside him?
His expression hardened, becoming colder as the feeling gnawed at him.
After lunch, Lilith returned to her desk, settling into her routine with quiet focus. The soft hum of the office surrounded her as she immersed herself in work.
But her moment of peace didn't last long.
The intercom buzzed sharply, breaking her concentration. She picked up the receiver, only to hear the familiar cold, emotionless voice on the other end.
"Get in my office, Miss Lilith. Right now," Sebastian's voice commanded, smooth yet dark, carrying a weight that was impossible to ignore.
Lilith paused, sensing the anger behind his calm tone. It wasn't just his usual coldness—there was something more, something unsettled.
