He's Vulnerable

It was well past midnight when Alexander Voss finally wrapped up his work. His office was quiet, the hum of the city outside barely audible through the thick glass windows. Stretching his arms above his head, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. Despite the late hour, his thoughts were calm as they drifted to Anna. He pushed himself to his feet and walked to the hidden room tucked behind his office.

Sliding the door open, Alexander paused when his eyes landed on her. Anna was curled up on the small bed, her delicate features softened in sleep. Her peaceful expression was such a stark contrast to the chaos of his life that it brought an unexpected smile to his lips.

He crouched down beside her, studying her for a moment. She looked so small, so vulnerable, yet there was something about her that made him feel at ease—a rarity in his world. Without thinking, he brushed a strand of hair from her face.