The rain hammered relentlessly against the towering glass walls of the Raye penthouse, the city's glow fractured and distorted through the cascading sheets of water. Each drop was like a sharp note in a symphony of chaos outside, a perfect reflection of the turmoil brewing within. Inside, the air was thick heavy with tension, suffocating, charged with an invisible electricity that crackled between every breath, every unspoken word.
Cambria stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her silhouette sharp against the neon-lit streets below. The city that never slept seemed distant, detached from the storm raging inside her heart. Her mind was a tempest thoughts swirling violently like the rain outside. Betrayal, loss, anger, and the fragile thread of trust she desperately clung to twisted within her like a whirlwind.
