Chapter 55

• Third Person's POV
• Cyrus sat at the kitchen table, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden surface as he watched Darius prepare his coffee. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was also a nervous edge to them. The past few days had been a whirlwind—Darius had taken him to see a building that was up for sale, and the moment Cyrus had stepped inside, he had fallen in love with it. The high ceilings, the open space, the endless possibilities.
• And now, that building belonged to him.