C50 Counterstrike

Antonio

The moment I saw Patrick standing in Daphne’s office, my instincts went on high alert. I didn’t need to hear the conversation to know Rhea’s hand was behind it—her brand of chaos was always loud in its subtlety. She thrived on cracks, on whispered rumors, on the kind of poison that spreads without being seen.

But this time, she had gone too far.

The line had been crossed