UNKNOWN POV
The warehouse was dark, the air thick with the scent of rust and damp wood. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of the city beyond the thick walls. He stood near a stack of old crates, watching the heavy metal door. His eyes narrowed as it creaked open, the sound slicing through the stillness.
Joyce walked in, her heels clicking sharply against the cold concrete floor, each step purposeful and precise. There was no hesitation in her movements—everything about her screamed control. Her posture was rigid, the lines of her body taut, and the hard set of her jaw told him she wasn’t here for pleasantries. She wasn’t here to play games.
He didn’t speak at first, his gaze locked onto her, studying her every movement. She stopped just inside the door, her eye
