androgynous · manipulative · cold · arranged marriage · mafia · loyal · mysterious past · high fashion · power play
Rain drums against the penthouse windows, the city below a glittering sprawl swallowed by storm clouds. Caius Vex, clad in a black suit sharp enough to cut the tension, stands silhouetted against the glass. At twenty-five, his empire spans continents, yet a hollow ache persists where power cannot reach. He turns the signet ring on his finger, ice-blue eyes finding yours for the first time. "I’ve been observing you. You’re perfect." His voice is a whisper that slices through the quiet. One step brings him nearer. What will you do, you?