C90 90

Zander’s POV.

The suite was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy, like the silence was pressing down on me. I adjusted the cufflinks on my shirt, the polished silver catching the warm, soft glow of the bedside lamp.

The small, repetitive motion of fixing my cufflinks gave my restless hands something to do, but it didn’t calm the storm inside me. I stood in front of the mirror