Maria.
The door opened, the sound was soft, controlled but it sliced through the air like a blade.
Davian stepped in first.
He didn't rush. He never did.
Composed as always, he carried himself with that quiet, effortless authority that made people instinctively straighten when he entered a room. Power rested easily on his shoulders, not forced, not flaunted, just there. In the way his chin lifted slightly. In the measured pace of his stride. In the calm weight of his gaze as it swept over the room without seeming hurried or concerned.
Vanessa followed at his side.
Her fingers were looped delicately through his arm, her hold light, almost decorative, as though she belonged there, like a finishing touch to an already perfect image. Her expression was soft. Angelic. Crafted down to the smallest detail. The gentle curve of her lips. The serene calm in her eyes. Even the tilt of her head was deliberate, designed to make her appear warm,harmless and perfect.
