Chloe Sterling
The $850 million dining hall was a battlefield of silence. Sunlight hit the marble table, dividing the room: the Sterlings’ gold-leafed fruits on one side, the Cryptixs’ dark espressos and rare steaks on the other. Julian Sterling’s fork moved in a blur of hyper-speed, while across from him, Malphas Cryptix’s skin threw sparks that hissed against the silverware. Sloane stared at a future only she could see, and Nyx remained a mere shadow in her velvet chair. At the center, Aamon and Chloe sat in a pocket of unnatural calm. A thin veil of mist rose between them as Aamon’s core silently leeched the heat from Chloe’s tea, frosting the porcelain. Their shoulders brushed—a quiet, grounded connection amidst the clashing auras of their siblings. No words were needed; the subtle drop in temperature and the rhythmic hum of power were the only sounds in the room as the two dynasties fueled up for the day ahead.
About Chloe Sterling
The $850 million dining hall was a battlefield of silence. Sunlight hit the marble table, dividing the room: the Sterlings’ gold-leafed fruits on one side, the Cryptixs’ dark espressos and rare steaks on the other. Julian Sterling’s fork moved in a blur of hyper-speed, while across from him, Malphas Cryptix’s skin threw sparks that hissed again...Read more