Author’s pov
The luxurious dining room exuded an air of restrained splendor, bathed in the soft, golden glow of crystal chandeliers. The refracted light danced along the polished mahogany, casting intricate patterns on the floor. Tension crackled beneath the surface, an unspoken current that seemed to electrify the very air, weaving a delicate tapestry of apprehension.
Dylan, the sole heir to a vast empire, occupied the table's end with a grace that belied the storm raging within him. His fingers traced an invisible pattern on the mahogany, the fine grains yielding beneath his touch, a silent testament to the weight of his emotions.
At the head of the table, his father, a man of stern countenance and unyielding pride, held court. His presence commanded attention, the lines etched on his
