Black Tower ~ Late Night
The night dripped like black silk over the skyline. From the second floor of Black Tower, the city sprawled below in streaks of gold and glass. The office was enormous, floor-to-ceiling windows, matte-black furniture, and a faint haze of cigar smoke that clung to the air like the ghost of power.
Adrian walked in, his footsteps heavy against the polished marble. The sound echoed off the walls,sharp, deliberate, almost predatory. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it neatly across the arm of his chair, the movement precise, controlled.
The place was silent, too silent. Not the kind of silence that soothed, but the kind that clawed at your thoughts.
He stood before the window for a long moment, watching the city breathe. His reflection stared back, sharp suit, tired eyes, and the calm menace of a man who'd earned every scar the hard way.
Hours of searching. Contacts called. Servers checked. Every trace of Seraphina Hart scoured clean from the grid.
