C59 The Cage of Marble and Glass

The car rolled to a slow stop, tires crunching against gravel.

Arun pressed his forehead to the cool glass of the window, staring as the sprawling mansion rose before him. It was less a house than a fortress—white marble walls, sweeping glass windows reflecting the moonlight, and gates tall enough to keep out the entire city. It gleamed with power, cold and untouchable.

“Home,” Riku said softly