Damage Control

***POV: Gideon***

Blair shifts her weight beside the leather couch, the soft friction of her designer dress loud in the heavy silence. She hates the quiet. The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on, and she lacks the discipline to endure it. Her glossy lips part, her jaw unhinging as she prepares to insert herself into a dynamic she does not belong in.

“Gideon, I—”

I silence her with