The peaceful atmosphere inside the office disappeared instantly after one name.
Lucien Moreau.
Aryan noticed the change in Nithya immediately.
Her calmness remained.
But her eyes became colder.
Sharper.
Dangerous.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Because Devil rarely reacted to anyone.
Aryan slowly sat back down.
"Tell me about him."
Nithya stayed silent for a few seconds before answering.
"He controls most of Europe's underground weapon trade."
Rohan looked serious now.
"There are rumors he built his empire in only five years."
Nithya nodded once.
"He's intelligent."
Aryan crossed his arms.
"And?"
Silence.
Then Nithya added quietly,
"He's obsessed with power."
Something about her tone felt personal.
Aryan noticed immediately.
"You've met him before."
Nithya looked toward the window briefly.
"Yes."
The atmosphere in the room became heavier.
Aryan's instincts sharpened further.
"What kind of connection?"
Nithya answered calmly.
"Three years ago, Lucien wanted partnership with Devil."
"And?"
"I refused."
Rohan suddenly understood.
"That's why Europe became unstable last year…"
Nithya nodded slightly.
"Lucien doesn't accept rejection well."
Interesting.
Dangerous man.
Aryan already disliked him.
Suddenly Aryan asked directly,
"Did he want business partnership?"
Silence.
Nithya looked at him calmly.
"No."
The answer came too quickly.
Aryan's expression darkened immediately.
"He wanted you."
Nithya didn't answer.
That silence confirmed everything.
For some reason…
Eagle instantly became irritated.
Very irritated.
Rohan wisely decided to leave the room before things became worse.
The moment the door closed, Aryan looked directly at Nithya.
"How obsessed?"
Nithya sighed softly.
"Aryan—"
"How obsessed?"
His voice remained calm.
Too calm.
Which was always more dangerous.
Finally Nithya answered honestly.
"He proposed alliance through marriage."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Aryan slowly leaned back.
"And you refused."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Nithya blinked once.
"What kind of question is that?"
Aryan's dark eyes stayed on her.
"I'm asking anyway."
For a second, Devil almost smiled slightly.
Jealous Eagle was unexpectedly interesting.
Then she answered softly,
"Because he looked at me like something to own."
Aryan's expression remained unreadable.
"And I don't?"
Nithya walked closer slowly.
"You forced marriage because you were possessive."
Fair.
"But Lucien…"
Her eyes turned colder.
"…wanted control."
That answer strangely relaxed Aryan slightly.
Because despite his possessiveness, he never tried controlling who she truly was.
Even Devil remained free beside him.
Suddenly the office door opened again.
Rohan entered quickly.
"Sir. We intercepted communication."
Aryan immediately focused again.
"Speak."
"Lucien Moreau arrived in Seoul."
Silence filled the room instantly.
Fast.
Too fast.
Nithya's eyes sharpened dangerously.
Aryan stood slowly despite the pain in his side.
"He came personally?"
"Yes."
Rohan hesitated before continuing.
"And he requested a meeting."
Aryan almost laughed coldly.
"With who?"
Rohan looked toward Nithya carefully.
"With Devil."
Late that evening, heavy rain covered Seoul again while a black luxury car stopped outside a massive private hotel.
Inside the top floor lounge, Lucien Moreau calmly poured himself wine while overlooking the city skyline.
Tall.
Elegant.
Dangerous.
His appearance looked more like royalty than mafia.
But his eyes carried cold ambition.
One of his men approached carefully.
"Sir, Eagle knows you're here."
Lucien smiled faintly.
"Good."
"And Devil?"
The smile deepened slightly.
"She'll come."
Confidence filled every word.
Back at Aryan's mansion, tension filled the command room.
"You're not meeting him alone," Aryan said immediately.
Nithya crossed her arms.
"I wasn't planning to."
"Good."
Rohan quietly looked between them.
The atmosphere felt strange now.
Protective.
Possessive.
Dangerous.
Aryan walked toward Nithya slowly.
"You said Lucien is obsessed."
"Yes."
"Then I definitely don't trust him."
Nithya almost smiled.
"You sound jealous."
Aryan answered immediately.
"I am."
That honesty surprised her slightly again.
Impossible man.
After several quiet moments, Nithya finally asked,
"Are you worried?"
Aryan stopped directly in front of her.
"Yes."
"For me?"
"For anyone stupid enough to touch what's mine."
The room became silent.
Even Rohan looked away slightly.
Because Eagle's possessiveness sounded terrifyingly serious.
Nithya looked up at Aryan calmly.
Then softly she asked,
"And what exactly is yours?"
Aryan's eyes locked onto hers instantly.
"You."
Silence.
Heavy.
Real.
And somewhere far away in Seoul…
Lucien Moreau smiled while waiting.
Because he had no idea yet.
Devil no longer stood alone.
Eagle stood beside her now.