The dinner unfolded in quiet elegance, the subtle clinking of plates and the gentle swishing of spoons breaking the silence.
Roman and I shared our meals while Nexus observed us keenly, his piercing gaze flitting between us as if deciphering an unsolved puzzle.
An undercurrent of tension lingered, and when we had finally finished, the servants glided in to clear the dishes.
Nexus, after a moment of contemplation, stood up from his seat, his commanding presence filled the room. "Roman, let's talk, shall we?" he inquired, the invitation carrying an air of seriousness as he strode away without waiting for a response.
