Nightfall Returns

Julian's wheelchair stopped by the island desk, and he poured himself a glass of red wine. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves shoved to his elbows. With the light behind him, his striking features were cast in shadow, making his expression unreadable.

"Mr. Blackwood, you're not leaving?" Elara spun her gaming chair to face him, a playful smirk on her lips. Her legs stretched out