LOGINPOV: Arsen Dragunov
The report landed on Arsen's desk just after sunrise, and by the third line, his hands had gone perfectly still in the way they only did when something inside him had already decided violence was coming.
"Captain Osei falsified the security rotation,"
Nikolai said, standing across the desk with the posture of a man delivering news he already knew would end badly.
"The gala. The rooftop above Aldrich Street. He signed off on a cl
POV: Kang SeraDragunov Manor didn't feel like a home the moment Sera stepped through its gates. It felt like something built to survive a siege, dressed up in marble and imported silk so no one would notice the bones underneath.Armed men stood at intervals along every corridor, still and silent, their eyes tracking her without ever quite landing on her. Servants moved with the precision of soldiers, never lingering, never speaking unless spoken to first. Even the air felt observed, like the walls themselves were taking notes.Sera pulled her coat tighter across her shoulders, though the entrance hall wasn't cold."You'll get used to it," Arsen said, walking half a step ahead of her, his voice carrying the same flat professionalism he used with his own men."Will I.""Everyone does."He didn't turn to see whether the answer satisfied her. It didn't come close.He led her through the estate room by room, the way a man might catalog assets rather than show someone a home. The gardens,
POV: Arsen DragunovThe report landed on Arsen's desk just after sunrise, and by the third line, his hands had gone perfectly still in the way they only did when something inside him had already decided violence was coming."Captain Osei falsified the security rotation,"Nikolai said, standing across the desk with the posture of a man delivering news he already knew would end badly."The gala. The rooftop above Aldrich Street. He signed off on a clearance that should never have existed.""He gave them the angle."Arsen's voice was quiet. Too quiet. "He gave the shooter a way in.""It looks that way, sir.""Bring him to me."Nikolai hesitated, and that hesitation alone told Arsen everything he needed to know before the words came."We already sent men to his apartment." Nikolai's jaw tightened."He's dead. Ruled a suicide."Arsen didn't move for a long moment. Then, very slowly, he se
POV: Kang SeraSleep never came, not after the gunfire, not after the lily she had found waiting outside her door that morning, its meaning still unexplained and sitting heavy in her chest. Sera gave up trying somewhere around four in the morning and wandered the halls of the estate instead, her bare feet silent against the cold marble.She hadn't meant to end up near the kitchens. She told herself that later, when she tried to make sense of what she'd seen.Light spilled faintly from beneath the swinging door, warm and unexpected at this hour. Sera pushed it open slowly, half expecting a member of the staff, and stopped in the doorway instead.Arsen stood at the stove, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, stirring a pot of something that smelled like ginger and chicken broth.Not a glass of scotch in sight.Not a single file spread across the counter. Just him, alone, quietly tending a simmering pot at four in the morning like it was the most o
POV: Arsen DragunovArsen didn't think. He moved.One second he was staring at a laser point steady against Sera's chest, and the next he had already pulled her into him, twisting his body between her and the source of that red light a half breath before the first shot shattered the crystal ceiling above the ballroom.Glass rained down in a glittering storm. Screams tore through the gold and silver crowd as guests scrambled for cover, chairs overturning, champagne glasses shattering against marble."Stay down." Arsen's voice came out low and absolute, his arm locked around Sera's back as he pulled her beneath the shelter of an overturned banquet table."Arse...""Down."She obeyed, pressing herself against him, her whole body trembling in a way she was clearly fighting to control. He could feel her heartbeat hammering through the thin fabric of her gown, could feel his own pulse roaring in his ears, sharper and louder than it had been in years.A second shot cracked against the far wa
POV: Kang SeraThe engagement gala was larger than any event Sera had attended in the last ten years, which was saying something, considering how many funerals and alliances she had already survived.Every mafia family with any standing in Asia had sent representatives. Chandeliers threw gold light across a sea of tailored suits and jeweled gowns, and somewhere beneath the music and the champagne, Sera could feel dozens of eyes calculating exactly how long this alliance would hold before it cracked.Arsen stood beside her near the entrance, close enough that etiquette demanded it, far enough that nothing about his posture suggested comfort. He wore black again, the same controlled stillness from the last gala, though tonight there was something sharper beneath it, something Sera couldn't quite name."You look composed," he said, not quite a compliment, not quite anything else."I've had practice."Something flickered behind his eyes, there and gone before she could read it. "So have I
POV: Arsen DragunovArsen stared at the photograph on his screen until the image stopped looking like Dora at all and started looking like a puzzle piece he didn't yet understand.He didn't ask himself why she had been there. That question could wait. What mattered more, what made the muscles along his jaw tighten until they ached, was the angle.He zoomed in, studying the perspective of the shot, the slight downward tilt, the distance."Nikolai." His voice came out low, controlled in the way that made people in his organization move faster than shouting ever could.Nikolai appeared in the doorway within seconds. "Sir.""This photograph." Arsen turned the screen toward him. "Where was it taken from."Nikolai leaned in, studying the image with the practiced eye of a man who had spent a decade reading crime scenes for a living. His expression shifted slowly from professional focus to something closer to alarm."That's the rooftop above Aldrich Street." He straightened. "That's inside ou





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