Cracks in the Empire

The room was dimly lit, the amber glow of a single lamp throwing long shadows across the walls.

Dario leaned against the couch, drumming his fingers softly, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

Ginevra sat beside him, quietly observing, her lips pressed into a thin line, her mind already racing ahead.

Across from them, Di Stefano paced slowly, the floor creaking under the weight of his boots, his