Chapter 72
Ding!
The elevator chimed, sliding open. The faint light caught Sebastian's rock-hard face — every contour carved with pressure, eyes dark and glinting. He stood there for a while, heart pounding, his face forged like a nuclear weapon about to detonate. His mouth twitched with deliberate restraint, every muscle in his jaw wired tight.
His altercation earlier with Victor still weighed on him, heavy and corrosive, crawling under his skin like acid. He needed to cool off before stepping out,
because anyone who so much as looked at him the "wrong way" might receive an uppercut — no hesitation, no apology.
The air in this section was clean, calm,
but still chaotic a contradiction that brushed past him like a restless breeze. He tried to grasp as much relief from it as he could before stepping out. The doors hissed shut behind him, sealing the pressure in.
