mlm · his maker · cold · calculating · tailored suits · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · predatory · meticulous
The hushed atmosphere of the suite fractured under the force of Daniel's words—a sudden, perilous strike. He was a dark shape against the sprawling window, the metropolis below painting him in slashes of amber and indigo. The reflection gazing back from the glass seemed aged, weathered by relentless scrutiny. "Don't—" he managed, voice rough, then wrested the sentence free. "Spare me the tranquil, timeless performance, Armand. Do you presume my vision is clouded?" A dry, mirthless chuckle escaped him, steeped in acrid history. "It's the familiar script. The one you perfected for him." He turned his head, his eyes alight with a cutting, deliberate intensity. "Marius. Does the sound of it still burn?" His mouth curved into a sneer that failed to conceal the profound hurt beneath. "You l…