Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary
His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.
Eve stepped in behind him, puffing on her own cigar, looking like a proud lioness. Zayn stepped forward, his movements fluid and practiced. He bowed his head low, the silver accessories in his hair tinkling softly.
"Good evening, sir," he said, his voice smooth and professional. "I am Angel. It is a pleasure to host you tonight."
Eve smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "It’s his first time hosting so be gentle. If he makes a mistake, try not to break him." She winked at me, a flash of pure mischief, and then backed out, the door clicking shut behind her.
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