Chapter 5: proposal
Chapter 5
Ronan sat in the sleek, dimly lit limo, his body rigid as he faced the man sitting across from him. Nathaniel Graves.
The name alone carried weight, but the man himself? He was something else entirely.
There was an undeniable presence about him—an aura so intense it seemed to shrink the space inside the vehicle. It wasn't just power; it was control. A cold, unshakable control that made Ronan feel like a man standing in the path of an oncoming storm.
Nathaniel's sharp eyes bore into him, unblinking, unreadable. It made Ronan's skin prickle with unease. The hum of the limo's engine was the only sound between them, stretching the silence unbearably.
Then, at last, Nathaniel spoke.
"Since when did you awaken?" His voice was deep, smooth, yet carried an authority that left no room for deception.
Ronan swallowed. The tension in his muscles tightened further.
"Three days ago," he said, keeping his voice even. "Right after I died."
Nathaniel's expression remained unchanged, but something flickered in his gaze. A shift so subtle Ronan almost missed it. Almost.
"No one has ever awakened that way," Nathaniel murmured. It wasn't a question. It was a fact.