"Who dares disrupt my pleasure?"
Silence followed his question. The heavy kind. The kind that felt like the room itself was holding its breath.
Blood walked fully into the room then, his full presence coming into view. Up close, he looked even more dangerous. The scar running across his face looked older than I expected, like it had healed badly on purpose ... a reminder rather than an injury.
He moved with the slow confidence of a man who feared nothing inside his own walls.
His walking stick struck the floor once… twice… then stopped as he reached a large leather chair positioned like a throne at the center of the room.
He sat.
Not casually.
Not relaxed.
Like a king taking position.
Moments passed.
No one spoke.
Don didn't move either. He stood across from him, his posture straight, his face empty of emotion. Two rulers measuring territory without saying a word.
Their eyes locked. Time stretched.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Neither blinked first.
