What's in the Papers?

"Finally!." Mark huffs out, relief spreading through him at the sight of his objective.

The master bedroom was ahead, and his heart quickens as he approaches the closed door. Inside lay Leia, a puzzle piece that could either solidify his power or threaten it. Mark walks briskly through the hallway, his footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor.

The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the place. He stands before the closed door of the Master bedroom, hesitating for a moment.

"Focus Mark." The man mutters to himself before placing his hand on the handle and slowly inching it open.

Inside, Leia lay peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. Mark's eyes unwittingly soften as he gazes at her. Leia lays on the bed, her dark hair fanned out on the pillows. She looks so innocent, so vulnerable in her slumber.

'You look incapable of even killing a fly' he muses as he stares at her. He can't help but remember the man