Chapter 93 Caelum

• The door to my office bursts open, slamming hard against the wall, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent space. On the other side stands Alexander, his eyes blazing with a fury so intense it’s almost palpable. His face is severe, every line of his expression taut, as though he’s struggling to maintain even a shred of control. It’s impossible not to notice the rigidity of his posture and the way his fists are clenched at his sides. He looks like a storm on the verge of unleashing its full force.
• I’m surprised to see him here so soon. His recovery has been quick—too quick. I can still catch the faint, metallic scent of medication lingering on his skin from his time in the hospital. I can’t decide if it’s a testament to his determination or just reckless stubbornness. But one thing is clear: he’s not here to discuss strategies or the attack that nearly cost him his life a few days ago. No, the energy Alexander exudes now is far more personal, far more charged.
• He strides toward me with heavy, purposeful steps, like a predator that’s finally cornered its prey. I’m seated behind my dark wooden desk, the faint glow of the computer screen partially illuminating my face. I stay where I am, watching him, trying to gauge his intentions, but he doesn’t give me the time to contemplate.