"Let him in."
The door opened with a quiet creak, and Maximilian Claymore stepped inside, sharp and polished despite the early hour. He carried himself with the relaxed confidence of someone used to navigating courts and chaos alike. Black hair, tousled just enough to suggest he hadn't bothered with a mirror, framed a face too handsome for his own good. Unsurprised, his bright green eyes found Gabriel after scanning the room.
"You invited me to breakfast?" Max asked, arching a brow. "Did someone die?"
"Not yet," Gabriel replied smoothly, earning a low chuckle from Edward.
Damian gestured toward the empty chair across from Gabriel. "Join us."
Max paused for a second. He moved casually toward the table, dropping his coat on the back of the chair before sitting. "Well. That's either a good sign or a very bad one."
"It's a good one," Damian said simply.