The clock struck midnight.
The city outside glittered like a quiet witness, lights spilling into the penthouse through the glass walls. She walked down the hallway with bare feet, the silk of her short night robe whispering against her skin.
The men were where she knew they would be. In the living room. Always ready. Always watching.
They stood when she entered. Their movements were instinctive. Trained. She liked that. The way they straightened at the sight of her. The way their eyes darkened just enough.
She didn’t say a word. She walked past them slowly, her robe falling slightly open with each step. The air changed around them, thickening with heat.
“Sit,” she said softly.
They obeyed immediately, each taking their position on the couches facing her. Four predators, silent and wa
