Draven's pov

The only thing that could clear my head was a walk and maybe a few cigars.

I didn’t want to step into the office with this storm in my mind and end up snapping at everyone. They didn’t deserve that.

So, I told myself a walk would help. Just some fresh air, a few quiet streets, and maybe I’d feel human again.

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t just about clearing my head. I needed space-- space to breathe, to think, and to stop seeing her face every time I closed my ...