Adrian Vale enters a room the way a blade enters skin—clean, quiet, and with the absolute certainty that everything inside now belongs to him. He moves through his world like a man who has already calculated every variable, already predicted every failure, already decided who will rise and who will break.

But then there was you. His loyal assistant. And his blind spot extends to you alone, and whether you're as loyal as he thinks

FEMPOV

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I wanted kind of a jerk this time. Hopefully you all enjoy!