The silence in the locker room was suffocating, heavy enough to crush the air from Sienna’s lungs. She stared at Roman, her mind violently rejecting the words he had just spoken.

"He can't do that," Sienna whispered, stepping toward him. "Roman, there are laws. There are grace periods for commerci

The Gare du Nord train station was a cavernous, echoing cathedral of transient souls and cold drafts. Rain lashed against the towering glass skylights, casting fractured, distorted shadows across the polished concrete concourse. Sienna sat rigid on a freezing metal bench near Platform 4, her canvas

The penthouse suite of the Four Seasons George V was a masterclass in sterile, soulless opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stalactites from the vaulted ceilings, casting a cold, brilliant light over the imported Italian marble floors. It was a space designed entirely for intimidation, a