Dark Stare.

Every detail about him matched Luka Valor’s appearance and demeanor. His masculine features, his eyes, the way he stood with such composure, and much more left Bryan with no doubt that he was indeed Luka Valor’s son.

"Good day, sir. How may I help you?" Bryan asked, calmly approaching the elegant man who stood before the receptionist with his hand tucked into his pants.

Mikhail didn't respond to his questions and instead took the lead, heading towards the elevator.

"Ugh, yes. Let's go," Bryan said nervously, following behind Mikhail as they made their way up to his office.

Upon entering the office, Bryan didn't settle in his seat. Instead, he stood before his desk, arranging some disorganized documents, feeling tense as he wondered what the Boss’s son might be thinking of him.

Mikhail strode forward and settled into the seat, gazing at Bryan plainly, though it didn't seem that way to Bryan.

As Bryan neatly arranged the desk, he felt Mikhail's rare eyes piercing into the depths of his