AARÓN CONNOR.

ITALIA.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎

From the exact moment I step foot inside the mansion, the air feels heavy—thick, almost suffocating, like it carries decades of buried secrets. I walk slowly, hands in my pockets, and Violet follows behind me, barefoot, careful with every step she takes on the wooden floor. She doesn’t say a word, but I can feel her alertness.

Surprisingly, the place is silent—so silent I can hear her bare feet against the floorboards. Each step echoes like a single note in a house full of shadows. The past seems to linger everywhere. A maid appears from the side hallway, and my wolf recognizes her instantly. She runs toward her, throwing herself into an enthusiastic hug.

“Luena!” the maid stops, surprised at first, but then smiles immediately and crouches slightly, returning the embrace tightly.

“Miss Violet!” she replies, just as warmly.

My little sweet Violet has such a warm heart that it’s easy for her to win people over—even here, in this cold, controlled p