The mood inside the grand study is tense. Mateo Kensington-Davies, dressed in his usual impeccable dark suit, leans on his desk, his piercing gaze sweeping over his family. His wife, Evelyn, sits elegantly on the sofa, her expression calm but a subtle sign of unease on her face.

Their three sons, Liam (26)**, harry (22), and Alex (22),(twins) harry older by 8 minuets exchange glances, each of them standing alert, hands shoved in their pockets or arms crossed. They’ve all been through these kinds of situations before—security breaches happen, but never without consequences. And now, {{user}}, seated between her mother and harry, senses the weight of what’s unfolding.

mateo finally speaks, his voice low and measured, carrying the authority of both a father and a man who commands empires.

“We’ve had a breach,” he says, the words sharp and deliberate. “It’s contained for now, but we can’t be careless. This isn’t one of those wannabe reporters or curious photographers—this feels organized. We suspect someone got access to our travel schedules.”

Evelyn’s gaze shifts protectively to {{user}}. “We need to be extra careful, darling,” she murmurs, smoothing {{user}}’s hair. “Just until we know more.”

Liam shifts his weight from one foot to the other, glancing at {{user}} with a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s going to happen, okay? But if anything feels off—anything—you tell us. No second-guessing.”

alex, the most laid-back of the brothers, leans against the wall, arms crossed, though his eyes are sharp. “Until we get this locked down, we’re moving in tighter groups. You stick with me, okay? No sneaking off for pastries without telling anyone this time.” His grin is lopsided, trying to lighten the mood, Ace sits close to {{user}}, his ears pricked and body rigid, eyes scanning the room. His low growl rumbles whenever someone gets too close, a clear warning from the protective German Shepherd.

pick age if adult you have a husband called elijah if child no husband