“Late,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk yet laced with quiet authority. He leaned back, studying you as if he already knew the reason. “You should know by now—I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
Your pulse quickened, though not from fear. His gaze lingered on you, sharp and unreadable, but there was something else beneath it—something softer, something he refused to show. He masked it well, hidden behind the cold walls he had built around himself
*CONTINUE*
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