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Victor's Pov.
His tired eyes snapped to mine, confusion flickering behind them. "The hell you mean?"
I exhaled, tilting my head slightly. "It’s already over."
His brow furrowed, and for the first time, I saw it—the doubt. The crack in his certainty. He didn’t like that. He was used to control, to power. To always being the one in charge.
I let the silence stretch, savoring it, watching the weight of my words settle over him like a slow, suffocating fog.
"You think you’re still in control," I murmured, pushing off the desk, taking a single step closer. "You think you’re preparing for battle. But the war? It’s already been fought. And you? You lost before you even knew it started."
Luciano’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into a fist against the desk.
I smirked, turning on my heel, heading for the door. "Enjoy the rest of your morning, Luciano. It’s your last good one."
And with that, I walked out, leaving him in the wreckage of his own downfall.
Luciano's face softened, the hard lines of tension slowly easing as he exhaled. He stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head slightly, as if pushing away whatever thoughts had started to creep in. Then, his lips parted, and his voice came out steady but quieter than before.
"Go get ready for work," he said simply.
I nodded without another word and turned, walking out of his room and heading back into mine. I hadn’t bathed or brushed my teeth yet, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity to freshen up before the day truly began.
Stepping inside my room, I pulled off my tuxedo, folding it neatly and placing it inside my wardrobe. Everything had to be in its place; it was just how I was. I grabbed my toothbrush from the counter and made my way into the bathroom, flicking on the lights. The cold tile floor sent a slight shiver up my spine, but I ignored it, stepping toward the sink.
As I brushed my teeth, I took a moment to glance at myself in the mirror. My reflection stared back, unreadable. Dark eyes, sharp jawline, the same face I had seen a thousand times before, yet every day, it felt a little different. A little more defined. A little more hardened.
When I was done, I turned on the shower, stepping under the warm stream of water. It cascaded down my body, washing away the tension that had settled into my muscles overnight. I took my time, letting the steam rise around me, the heat seeping into my skin. When I finally stepped out, I felt more awake, more in control.
I dried off, walking back into my room and pulling out a neatly ironed tailor-made suit. I slipped into it effortlessly, buttoning up the crisp white shirt before adding the finishing touches—my expensive wristwatch, a spritz of deodorant, and finally, my polished shoes. Once satisfied with my appearance, I headed toward Luciano’s room again.
I knocked once before pushing the door open, only to find him standing in front of his mirror—half-naked. My gaze immediately dropped, and I cleared my throat, stepping back slightly.
"Go put something on," I muttered, my voice gruff.
Luciano chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. I heard his footsteps move toward his wardrobe, followed by the soft creak of the wooden doors as he pulled out his clothes. A minute later, his voice called out.
"Victor, I'm done. Now, time for breakfast—very important."
I smiled slightly, shaking my head. "Very important? You never used to care about breakfast before. Why now?"
He turned to face me, now fully dressed, his expression unreadable but somehow lighter than before. "I've changed. And I think it’s important now."
He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t push for an explanation. Instead, he simply walked past me, his steps confident as he gestured for me to follow. "Let’s go."
We made our way downstairs, the house beginning to stir with movement. Just as we reached the main hall, a maid approached, carrying a tray of food in her hands. She bowed her head slightly as she stopped in front of Luciano.
"Good day, Alpha Luciano. I was just about to bring you your food. Do you care for it now?" she asked politely.
Luciano nodded. "Yes. And bring Victor's as well. We’ll eat in the sitting room."
The maid nodded and quickly disappeared into the kitchen as we continued walking. The sitting room was quiet, the soft morning light spilling in through the tall windows, casting long shadows along the floor. Luciano took a seat at the large dining table, his fingers tapping idly against the polished wood as he waited. I sat across from him, leaning back slightly in my chair, my mind already going over the day’s tasks.
Moments later, the maid returned, placing Luciano’s meal in front of him before turning to me, setting my own plate down with a respectful bow before quietly leaving the room.
Luciano wasted no time digging in, and I followed suit, picking up my utensils and starting my meal. The food was good—warm, filling, exactly what we needed to fuel the day ahead.
We ate in silence for the most part, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. If anything, it felt oddly peaceful. A rare moment of calm in the middle of everything else. When we were finally done, we both pushed our chairs back simultaneously, standing up and straightening out our suits.
Luciano adjusted his cufflinks before glancing at me. "Ready?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
We walked out of the sitting room, making our way toward the front entrance. As we stepped outside, the cool morning breeze hit my face, crisp and refreshing. A few guards stood stationed by the exit, their eyes sharp and alert. They nodded in acknowledgment as we passed, and I returned the gesture before heading toward the sleek black car parked in the driveway.
Luciano slid into the passenger seat, and I took my place behind the wheel. The leather interior was smooth beneath my fingers as I gripped the steering wheel, the familiarity of it grounding me. I turned on the engine, the low hum of the car filling the quiet morning air.
Luciano shifted slightly in his seat, gazing out the window as I pulled out of the driveway. The city stretched out ahead of us, the streets just beginning to wake up, the early morning traffic slowly trickling in.
Neither of us spoke for a while, the silence between us comfortable, unspoken words hanging in the air. But despite the quiet, there was an undeniable energy simmering beneath the surface—a sense of anticipation, of something bigger looming just beyond the horizon.
And whatever it was, we were ready for it.
His tired eyes snapped to mine, confusion flickering behind them. "The hell you mean?"
I exhaled, tilting my head slightly. "It’s already over."
His brow furrowed, and for the first time, I saw it—the doubt. The crack in his certainty. He didn’t like that. He was used to control, to power. To always being the one in charge.
I let the silence stretch, savoring it, watching the weight of my words settle over him like a slow, suffocating fog.
"You think you’re still in control," I murmured, pushing off the desk, taking a single step closer. "You think you’re preparing for battle. But the war? It’s already been fought. And you? You lost before you even knew it started."
Luciano’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into a fist against the desk.
I smirked, turning on my heel, heading for the door. "Enjoy the rest of your morning, Luciano. It’s your last good one."
And with that, I walked out, leaving him in the wreckage of his own downfall.
Luciano's face softened, the hard lines of tension slowly easing as he exhaled. He stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head slightly, as if pushing away whatever thoughts had started to creep in. Then, his lips parted, and his voice came out steady but quieter than before.
"Go get ready for work," he said simply.
I nodded without another word and turned, walking out of his room and heading back into mine. I hadn’t bathed or brushed my teeth yet, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity to freshen up before the day truly began.
Stepping inside my room, I pulled off my tuxedo, folding it neatly and placing it inside my wardrobe. Everything had to be in its place; it was just how I was. I grabbed my toothbrush from the counter and made my way into the bathroom, flicking on the lights. The cold tile floor sent a slight shiver up my spine, but I ignored it, stepping toward the sink.
As I brushed my teeth, I took a moment to glance at myself in the mirror. My reflection stared back, unreadable. Dark eyes, sharp jawline, the same face I had seen a thousand times before, yet every day, it felt a little different. A little more defined. A little more hardened.
When I was done, I turned on the shower, stepping under the warm stream of water. It cascaded down my body, washing away the tension that had settled into my muscles overnight. I took my time, letting the steam rise around me, the heat seeping into my skin. When I finally stepped out, I felt more awake, more in control.
I dried off, walking back into my room and pulling out a neatly ironed tailor-made suit. I slipped into it effortlessly, buttoning up the crisp white shirt before adding the finishing touches—my expensive wristwatch, a spritz of deodorant, and finally, my polished shoes. Once satisfied with my appearance, I headed toward Luciano’s room again.
I knocked once before pushing the door open, only to find him standing in front of his mirror—half-naked. My gaze immediately dropped, and I cleared my throat, stepping back slightly.
"Go put something on," I muttered, my voice gruff.
Luciano chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. I heard his footsteps move toward his wardrobe, followed by the soft creak of the wooden doors as he pulled out his clothes. A minute later, his voice called out.
"Victor, I'm done. Now, time for breakfast—very important."
I smiled slightly, shaking my head. "Very important? You never used to care about breakfast before. Why now?"
He turned to face me, now fully dressed, his expression unreadable but somehow lighter than before. "I've changed. And I think it’s important now."
He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t push for an explanation. Instead, he simply walked past me, his steps confident as he gestured for me to follow. "Let’s go."
We made our way downstairs, the house beginning to stir with movement. Just as we reached the main hall, a maid approached, carrying a tray of food in her hands. She bowed her head slightly as she stopped in front of Luciano.
"Good day, Alpha Luciano. I was just about to bring you your food. Do you care for it now?" she asked politely.
Luciano nodded. "Yes. And bring Victor's as well. We’ll eat in the sitting room."
The maid nodded and quickly disappeared into the kitchen as we continued walking. The sitting room was quiet, the soft morning light spilling in through the tall windows, casting long shadows along the floor. Luciano took a seat at the large dining table, his fingers tapping idly against the polished wood as he waited. I sat across from him, leaning back slightly in my chair, my mind already going over the day’s tasks.
Moments later, the maid returned, placing Luciano’s meal in front of him before turning to me, setting my own plate down with a respectful bow before quietly leaving the room.
Luciano wasted no time digging in, and I followed suit, picking up my utensils and starting my meal. The food was good—warm, filling, exactly what we needed to fuel the day ahead.
We ate in silence for the most part, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. If anything, it felt oddly peaceful. A rare moment of calm in the middle of everything else. When we were finally done, we both pushed our chairs back simultaneously, standing up and straightening out our suits.
Luciano adjusted his cufflinks before glancing at me. "Ready?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
We walked out of the sitting room, making our way toward the front entrance. As we stepped outside, the cool morning breeze hit my face, crisp and refreshing. A few guards stood stationed by the exit, their eyes sharp and alert. They nodded in acknowledgment as we passed, and I returned the gesture before heading toward the sleek black car parked in the driveway.
Luciano slid into the passenger seat, and I took my place behind the wheel. The leather interior was smooth beneath my fingers as I gripped the steering wheel, the familiarity of it grounding me. I turned on the engine, the low hum of the car filling the quiet morning air.
Luciano shifted slightly in his seat, gazing out the window as I pulled out of the driveway. The city stretched out ahead of us, the streets just beginning to wake up, the early morning traffic slowly trickling in.
Neither of us spoke for a while, the silence between us comfortable, unspoken words hanging in the air. But despite the quiet, there was an undeniable energy simmering beneath the surface—a sense of anticipation, of something bigger looming just beyond the horizon.
And whatever it was, we were ready for it.
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