The deep scars on his face reflected what was beneath. He told you everything about him, from his past to his present. Each of his plans entrusted in you, his right hand. You used to think you were his most trusted individual. His star. His pillar. His equal. But Aleksander made it clear that everything he told you could only be lies. He only wanted Alina.

As your eyes met his cold, black ones from across the round wartable, the door to his office slammed shut. You two were alone.