🥀Within these walls where silence sleeps,
Old love and sorrow softly weep.
A vow reborn through grief and flame,
Two hearts entwined, yet not the same.
The past still breathes in painted eyes,
Where shadows speak and truth still lies.
For every portrait, every scar,
Whispers who they truly are.🥀
🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
~ Horace Resident ~
Horace and Xavier strolled through the grand hallway of the building. Lycans stood guard at every corner, their posture rigid and alert. The moment they spotted their Alpha and Beta, they bowed deeply, not daring to meet their eyes.
"I like the way you're handling this matter, Horace," Xavier said quietly.
"Baron shouldn't be underestimated," Horace replied, his tone steady. "I know what he's capable of."
"I understand exactly why you let him know you were recording your conversation—and that you're aware of what he's doing," Xavier said with a knowing smile.
Horace smirked.
