Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The two had been enjoying a good conversation when suddenly, the door to their private room burst open. A drunk, disheveled man, whose appearance screamed wealth and arrogance, stumbled in. His eyes were bloodshot and wild as they scanned the room, quickly zeroing in on Calliope.

The man staggered toward her, ignoring Mikhail entirely. “There you are,” he slurred, grabbing her by the waist with a roughness that made Mikhail’s stomach churn. He pulled Calliope away from Mikhail, who sat frozen, his initial shock quickly turning into a simmering anger.

“Excuse me,” Mikhail began, but Calliope’s eyes met his with a silent plea.

“I’m so sorry, Mikhail,” she said softly, her voice laced with apology. “I need to go.” She turned to the man, who was now tugging her toward the door. “Let’s go, Victor.”

Mikhail's brows furrowed as unease and disappointment settling over him. The easiness and comfort he had felt moments ago were now overshadowed by a storm of conflicting emotions. He f