Anya’s POV
Camera flashes exploded everywhere, bright and nonstop. Reporters rushed forward, holding microphones, shouting questions I couldn’t even understand. The flashes were so bright they almost blinded me. I blinked quickly, trying to adjust.
“Mr. Nikandros! Over here!”
“Who is she?”
“Is that your new girlfriend?”
“Look this way, sir!”
They were loud. Too loud. It felt like a storm.
Orion didn’t even flinch. He didn’t smile, didn’t wave, didn’t acknowledge a single one of them. His expression stayed serious, almost bored, like he had done this a million times and didn’t care anymore. He placed a hand gently but firmly on my lower back—not romantic, more guiding—and started leading me forward.
I followed him, keeping my eyes ahead because looking at the cameras would probably
