Apocalypse Rebirth: My fortress, His Regret
He lifted her hand, brushing his lips lightly against her knuckles with effortless, dangerous charm.
"You look absolute perfection tonight, Evelyn," Sirus murmured, his voice rich and low enough to send a quiet ripple through the surrounding guests. "White is definitely your colour”
Lucas’s face turned from red to an ugly, mottled purple. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his chest heaving as he stared at Sirus holding Evelyn’s hand.
"Who the hell are you?" Lucas snarled, stepping forward aggressively.
Sirus slowly turned his head, looking down at Lucas with a lazy, patronizing smirk. "Sirus. CEO of Vortex Hydro-Defense and who are you?"