The Dinner Trap

Thu, 26 Mar 2026 01:16:42 +0000

The dining table was made of dark, polished wood, reflecting the flickering candlelight like a mirror. Zaviyar sat at the head, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking effortlessly calm as he focused on his meal. The silence of the villa was heavy, broken only by the soft clink of silverware.