Shattered by Regret

Donovan POV.

The heavy oak door of my study clicked shut, sealing me inside the suffocating silence of the mansion. I crossed the room, my footsteps muffled by the thick Persian rug, and sank into the plush leather chair behind my mahogany desk. The soft, amber glow from the desk lamp cast long shadows across the floor, highlighting the rich wood paneling, but it did nothing to warm the ice sitti