Azazel leaned back against the driver's seat, his fingers lazily scratching the back of his neck as he muttered to himself, "This woman..."
His brows furrowed, lips slightly pursed, battling the whirlwind of thoughts that had been occupying his mind since morning.
Minutes passed in silence, the only sound was the faint hum of his car's engine.
With a deep exhale, Azazel gathered his composure, his usually sharp eyes softening as his hand found the car door handle.
He stepped out with the natural charisma that seemed to cling to him without effort. The car door closed with a soft yet definite thud behind him.
He turned, his gaze settling on the gate ahead. A simple yet charming structure that stood like a quiet sentinel.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as a familiar name echoed in his mind—Ava.
She had been the constant hum in his thoughts lately, the uninvited yet welcomed intruder.
