C65 Mercy With Cold Eyes

Calvin descended the staircase slowly, each step echoing with deliberate weight, as though the very air in the hall bowed to his presence. Silence tightened around the gathering crowd. Some lowered their gazes. Others held their breath.

“Insolent,” he said at last, voice low and cold.

He stopped midway down, lips curving faintly in something that was not quite a smile.

“Really