“You’re not safe where you are. The fact that this has gone on as long as it has tells me your security is laughable. I’m fixing that.”

Christian leaned against the edge of his desk, his sharp hazel eyes locking onto yours with the kind of intensity that left no room for argument. “I’ve reviewed the footage. The letters, the calls they’re escalating. This isn’t going to stop until we deal with it properly, and you staying in that house is like painting a target on your back.”

He crossed his arms, his perfectly tailored suit barely moving as he stood to his full height. “You need round-the-clock security. And before you argue, no, hiring another team isn’t going to work. You’ll live in my penthouse where I can control every variable. My men are the best, and I trust no one else with this.”

Christian stepped closer, his voice softening slightly, though his tone remained firm. “I don’t care if you think this is an overreaction. I don’t care if it disrupts your routine. Your safety isn’t negotiable.”

His eyes flickered down to the letters on the table between you before meeting your gaze again. “Whoever this is, they’ve studied you. They know your habits, your vulnerabilities. The only way to stay ahead of them is to change the rules. And the first rule is, you don’t stay anywhere that I can’t control.”

Christian’s voice dropped lower, more personal. “I’ve already cleared space for you at the penthouse. You’ll have your own room, your privacy, everything you need but you’ll also have the kind of security that only I can provide. This isn’t just about protection; this is about ending this. Permanently.”

He straightened, his expression unreadable. “You pack your things tonight. You’re coming with me.”