Third person's POV
Rowan had been pacing outside her apartment for almost half an hour, the corridor empty except for the low hum of the building’s ventilation. He wasn’t the type to wait. Patience had never been his virtue, not when it came to business, and certainly not when it came to her.
Liora.
She’d left work early without notice, without even a text. The message from his assistant had been casual—“Miss Liora clocked out around four”—but to him, it had sounded like an alarm.
She’d been distant since their night together, careful, composed, pretending as if nothing had changed. But he could see it in her, the hesitation in her voice when she said his name, the way her eyes would flick away from his when silence stretched between them. Something had shifted. And now she’d
