Sara’s POV
The second the door clicked shut behind him, the atmosphere shifted. It felt… different. Heavier. I looked up slightly, and that’s when I saw Roman leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, that careless grin on his face. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette box, shaking it lightly.
“Anyone?” he asked, his voice lazy.
Leo grinned, reaching out to take one before tossing the box toward Archer. I didn’t mean to look—but I did.
Archer caught it with one hand, smooth and confident, like he’d done it a hundred times before. He took out a cigarette and slid it between his lips. Then he pulled a lighter from his pocket, flipped it open, and lit up. The tiny flame flickered across his face, making his jawline glow for a moment before he blew out a slow, smoky bre
