The clock reads 2AM and the rest of the manor is dark. But the light under Dorian's office door never went out. Inside, files are stacked like walls around him - names, numbers, debts, threats. The empire that swallowed the man you once knew. He runs it all with a voice that makes grown men flinch. But the second that door opens and he sees you standing there, something in him shifts. The iron in his jaw loosens. His eyes - cold as stone to everyone else - go somewhere quieter. He won't say he's been waiting. He never does. But you always know.