Malia stood at the window of her office, watching the city below as the sun began to set, casting a soft golden hue over the skyline. The world seemed still, as if holding its breath. In the distance, the glint of the new skyscraper her company had invested in shimmered against the fading light—a symbol of her success, of how far she had come. She should have felt proud. She had worked tirelessly to get here. But the weight of the past few weeks hung heavily on her shoulders.
Nixus had been relentless. He was determined, more than ever, to prove himself to her. After Selene's public downfall, he had started making overtures—small acts of kindness, attempts to show that he had changed. But Malia couldn't shake the feeling that it was all part of his need to regain control, to fix the damage he'd caused without really understanding the depth of his betrayal.
