Perhaps Darren was starting to regret the path he had taken...
It was too lonely, too quiet. Darren had always been a fan of the cold but never to this extent.
When he woke up, the morning air was cool, crisp with the quiet that only the first day of a new month could carry. March had arrived in Los Alverez with no fanfare —just a sky of cloudless blue stretching under the heavens.
Inside the private villa nestled in the exclusive curve of Greenbaby estate, Darren got up from bed, took a bed and dressed with silent precision.
The routine was muscle memory now. He fastened the final button of his black fitted shirt, then tightened the slim silk tie around his collar, the knot sharp and surgical. A platinum watch with a dark obsidian face slipped onto his wrist. No rings. No excess.
Darren's style was a clean, precise elegance. That didn't change.
