Aventurine

Aventurine was sitting comfortably on a black, velvet armchair in the shadows of his large office. He leaned casually against one of the armrests while his legs were crossed with one leg laid over the other.

His eyes darted up as the door to his office silently opened. His expression became a sly smile as Caelus was pushed into the room. Two of Aventurine's men stood on either side of Caelus as the latter stumbled to the middle of the room.

Aventurine leaned forward in his chair, his forearm resting over one knee as he leaned the side of his chin on his knuckle. He studied Caelus intently and chuckled as Caelus met his gaze with a glare.

“Leave us alone. Wait outside,” he commanded, addressing his subordinates.

His men nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them. Caelus and Aventurine were now alone with only the sound of the grandfather clock in the corner filling the silence between them.