Steven's POV
Liam was driving me home from work, the car’s engine softly humming amid the stillness of the night. As the mansion emerged in the distance, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the day still clinging to me.
“Did someone pass away?” I queried, shattering the silence as I stepped out of the car.
“What? No way,” Liam responded, his tone distant.
“You've been oddly quiet... almost somber,” I remarked, a smirk playing at the edge of my lips. “Not that I mind the silence. In fact, I find this version of you quite enjoyable.”
He let out a dramatic sigh, lowering his head. “I realize I’ve been a nuisance, always chatting too much. I’ll just keep quiet from this point forward,” he said, turning to walk away.
I shrugged and entered the mansion, the atmosphere still thick with tension. Today had drained me—endless meetings, endless expectations. My thoughts were racing, but I knew I had to face whatever awaited me inside.
Upon entering my room, I discovered Luna lying in be
