Thor slammed his whiskey glass down on the living room table, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet penthouse. Then he abruptly closed the bottle, but his restlessness did not cease. He picked up the glass again, now half empty, and walked over to the huge glass window that took up the entire wall. On the other side, the Gulf Sea stretched out calmly under the afternoon sky, contrasting sharply with the chaos that was taking hold inside him.

He brought the glass to his lips and took another sip, feeling the liquid burn his throat. He didn't know how to deal with it. With her. With the feelings Celina aroused in him. It was as if she were dismantling him from the inside, tearing down every wall he had worked so hard to build. And he hated it. He hated being out of control.

He thought of her in the next room, and it made him even more furious. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes tightly, as if he could erase that image from his mind.

"Damn..." he muttered.

The now empty glass ret