Chapter 77
Ciel
I place the neatly cut-up fruits beside Nolan, who's tucked away in Jack's office like he's been rooted there all day. The soft click of his keyboard fills the space, punctuated by the occasional shift of his chair as he leans forward, back, forward again. He's so focused, so serious, it's almost strange to see him like this.
Nolan isn't the loud, reckless version of himself here. He's quiet, contained, his brow furrowed just enough to make a soft crease between his eyes. The glow from the monitor outlines his profile — the sharp jaw, the small freckle near his ear, the faint line of concentration biting into his bottom lip.
He doesn't even notice me.
Which, honestly, is perfect.
It lets me look.
