Destini couldn't shake the memory of Gabriel's face as she stumbled through her apology earlier. His sharp gaze, the way his voice dropped with an almost menacing calm, and the flicker of irritation beneath his polite words—all of it unsettled her.
When she apologized, Gabriel had listened in silence, arms crossed, the picture of someone unimpressed. "Is that all?" he had asked coolly, his tone dismissive, as if she were a child who had wasted his time.
Destini had left feeling more embarrassed than ever, vowing to steer clear of him. But as the days passed, she couldn't help noticing him more. Gabriel seemed to be everywhere—walking through the building's lobby, checking something in the hallways, or sitting in the small café on the ground floor. Each time, he acknowledged her with nothing more than a curt nod or a fleeting glance.
And yet, something about him felt… off.