DARK BOND
Standing in the doorway, framed by the morning light, was a tall, dark figure.
He wore a casual black button-down shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chest, and black trousers. He looked relaxed. He looked dangerous.
It was Lorenzo Moretti.
And he was alone.
The room went dead silent.
Kirill dropped his newspaper.
Ivan stood up so fast his chair fell over.
Seo-joon’s hand instinctively went to Kyrian’s arm.
Lorenzo didn't look at the guards who were rushing in late behind him, looking terrified. He didn't look at Kirill.