Hazel walked up to the second floor, her face calm.

She looked relaxed, but her mind stayed sharp. Every step brought her deeper into Francisco’s world of secrets and control.

She moved down the hallway toward Francisco’s room, fully aware she was likely being watched. Cameras, hidden eyes... nothing about this place was ever truly private. Still, she kept her pace steady and her expression unreadable.

When she reached her own room, she entered casually and stayed for a minute... just ...