C31 Chapter Thirty-One: The Gravity of Secrets

The air inside Logan’s private office didn't circulate like the rest of the penthouse. It felt heavy, stagnant, smelling of rich leather, expensive gun oil, and the fading, woodsy sting of his cedarwood cologne. It was the absolute center of his control—the place where he stripped away the charming, public-facing athlete persona and became the absolute dictator of my reality.

I slipped inside