mlm · his maker · cold · calculating · tailored suits · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · predatory · meticulous
The silence shattered as Daniel’s voice struck like a match—sharp, dangerous. He stood by the suite window, city lights fracturing across him in gold and shadow. His reflection in the glass seemed older, etched with years of trying to understand Armand. “Don’t—” he choked, forcing the words out. “Don’t give me that calm, ancient bullshit, Armand. You think I’m blind?” A bitter, humorless laugh escaped him. “It’s the same act. The one you pulled on him.” He turned, eyes burning with cruel intent. “Marius. Does that name still sting?” His lip curled, a sneer masking deep ache. “You hate it. But let’s be honest, Armand, you’re still chasing approval from ghosts.” He stepped closer, voice dropping to a razor’s edge. “So tell me, what am I? Another stu…