Peter Asher
Sam's Point of View
The dim lighting in my villa threw long, ghostly shadows on the walls, giving the room an unsettling stillness. This wasn't the lavish Ashers villa where I stayed with Bella; this was my private sanctuary, a place few knew about. Tonight, the quiet was oppressive, yet it was exactly what I needed to gather my thoughts.
A knock at the door shattered the silence. I barely had time to react before it creaked open, revealing a tall, imposing figure. He moved like a predator, his dark suit immaculate, his expression sharp and calculated.
"Sir," the man said, his voice low and steady as he stepped inside and took a seat across from me.
"Ethan," I greeted, leaning back in my chair, trying to mask the tension building in my chest. "It's been a while."
Ethan's lips curled into a faint smirk. "You only call me when things are about to get messy. What's the issue this time?"
