The underground facility remained completely silent after Sebastian entered the room.
Cold white lights reflected against concrete walls while armed guards stood outside the heavy steel doors beyond sight. Somewhere deeper inside the structure, machinery hummed softly beneath layers of reinforced security.
But inside this room? Only two men existed now.
Sebastian Ravenscroft.
And Dorian.
For several long seconds, neither spoke.
Dorian sat restrained against the metal chair with bruises still visible along his jawline. His dark shirt carried traces of dried blood near the collar from the prison transfer operation.
Yet somehow, he still looked relaxed.
Like a man attending a private meeting instead of captivity.
His eyes slowly lifted toward Sebastian.
Then finally— a smile appeared.
"You always did enjoy dramatic entrances."
Sebastian remained standing near the center of the room calmly.
