Sin For me, Daddy.
Everyone knew Drystan’s distaste for interruptions.
Drystan turned, his face carved into an expression of cold indifference. But beneath the surface, emotions swirled. Joy, anticipation, and perhaps something darker—possession. “I am happy today, and you should be grateful for that.” His words, though seemingly light, carried an edge. He walked away, each step deliberate, powerful, and unyielding. His mind filled with the thoughts of Rosealba and the desire to unlock a nasty side of her.