The car came to a smooth stop beneath the towering lights of the Blake estate.
It was a black Jeep, large and imposing, its polished surface reflecting the mansion's golden glow like a mirror. Not flashy. Not aggressive. Just solid, expensive, and powerful in the quiet way that didn't need to announce itself.
It suited Adrian Blake perfectly.
The engine went silent.
For a brief moment, neither of them moved.
Then Stephen opened the door and stepped out first, then he opened the car door for Adrian.
Adrian stepped out, he was dressed in black from head to toe, the fabric of his tailored suit hugging his frame with practiced precision. The jacket sat flawlessly on his shoulders, sharp and clean, the lines emphasizing his height and broad build. Three buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone and the faint hollow at the base of his throat, deliberate, controlled, just enough to soften the severity of the suit without diminishing its authority.
