Time stretched slowly.
Santiago, a man whose world rarely paused, remained seated. His eyes stayed fixed on her, absorbing every subtle movement, every shallow breath, unwilling to look away even for a moment.
The faint hum of the laptop filled the wardroom, its soft blue glow reflecting off Santiago's face as lines of emails and encrypted reports scrolled steadily across the screen. His expression remained composed, almost indifferent, but the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed the immense weight of everything he was handling at once, the calls, the arrangements, threats that refused to stay quiet even in the aftermath of the chaos.
