𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 14 ~ 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ~

𝐷𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑖'𝑠 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

The penthouse was quiet, the city lights stretching far beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dimitri stood at his open wardrobe, pulling out a Tom Ford tuxedo in jet black. The fabric was smooth beneath his hand, the cut tailored to precision. From a drawer, he retrieved a silk tie and set it aside, everything laid out with military order.

Minutes later, he was in front of the mirror, fastening his cufflinks. His reflection stared back, sharp jaw, cool, unreadable eyes, the faint shadow of stubble adding to his already commanding presence. His dark, slightly wavy hair was brushed back neatly, not a strand out of place. The suit fit him like armor, accentuating his height and the quiet authority he carried.

Louis stood in the doorway, steady and unobtrusive. He never needed to announce himself; Dimitri always knew.

“Everything’s in place,” Louis said, voice low and certain.

Dimitri straightened his tie, the fabric pulled into place with del