Zen walked away from the cracked walls of the hallway, carrying the heavy, black biometric lockbox.
He stepped into the modern, dimly lit kitchen and carelessly dropped the impossibly expensive package directly onto the marble counter. It landed with a dull, heavy thud.
Valeria followed right on his heels. Her S-Rank aura was still sparking violently, leaving tiny scorch marks on the hardwood floor with every step she took.
"Put that box outside," Valeria demanded, glaring at the golden imperial crest stamped on the lid.
"I am not leaving a billion-credit bespoke suit sitting on your front porch," Zen said, leaning his lower back against the counter and crossing his arms.
"Then let me burn it," she hissed, taking a step toward the counter. "It is not a gift, Zen. It is a collar. Aurelia is trying to mark you as her property before you even step foot in the Crown Domain."
