Ivan’s POV

What I never imagined was Butterfly storming into my conference room like a ticking bomb about to explode. The first one in history who had done something like that.

The cold tension between us continued long after she spoke. Neither of us moved nor looked away. The silence in the conference room felt thick and almost suffocating, the kind that made every small movement sound louder than it should. I loved to see her angry, but not when someone else was the reason.

Then a quiet ...