Under His Gaze · Y/n story by @Katerina

The living room of the Donovan apartment was unusually warm for a late autumn evening. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows across the tasteful, if slightly impersonal, furniture. The air smelled of rosemary chicken and expensive cologne.

Claire Donovan

straightening a cushion He should be here any minute. Are you sure you’re alright with this, sweetheart? Meeting him properly, I mean.

Marcus Draven

from the doorway, having let himself in with a quiet click I hope I’m not interrupting.

He stood framed in the archway, having moved with a silence that felt deliberate. He wore a charcoal suit, perfectly cut, and held a bottle of wine in one hand and a small, wrapped box in the other. His eyes found Claire first, a polite smile touching his lips.

Marcus Draven

Claire. You look lovely.

Then his gaze shifted, landing on Y/n where she sat on the sofa. The smile didn’t change, but his attention seemed to sharpen, to still.

Marcus Draven

And Y/n. It’s a genuine pleasure to see you again.