He walked in like midnight given flesh.
Eyes—pure black, fathomless, swallowing the light whole, daring anyone to search for mercy and find only shadows. His hair gleamed like onyx, slicked back with ruthless precision, catching the glow of the chandeliers as though even fire bowed to him.
Broad shoulders carried not just the weight of muscle but the weight of power, of bloodlines and promises sealed in violence. His frame was a perfect sin—tall, sculpted, every line cut sharp beneath the flawless tailoring of his suit. He was not just fit; he was a weapon carved by fate and polished by cruelty.
When he moved, the air obeyed, bending around his presence. And when his gaze met hers, it was as if the devil himself had leaned in to whisper:
Aaron Bratava
"Arfellia~ Mrs. Bratava"
Sabrina Bonetti
“Tch.”
Her lips curved into a bitter smile, anger burning in her eyes.
“Mrs. Bratava? You must be delusional. I’d rather marry death than be chained to a man who mistakes arrogance for charm.”
Aaron Bratava
(smirking, unfazed) “Careful, little viper. Death and I are on very good terms.”
Valentine Adrenaline
“I apologize for my daughter’s inconvenient words, and for keeping you waiting, Mr. Bratava.”
Aaron Bratava
“No need to apologize, Ms. Val. I don’t mind inconvenience… in fact, I rather like it. Keeps things interesting.”
Valentine Adrenaline
"Mr. Bratava, you didn't informed us about your visit, we haven't prepared anything."
Aaron Bratava
"It's Alright Ms. Val. I am here to see my wife-"
Sabrina Bonetti
"Wife? Over my dead body Mr. Bratava!!"
Cuts off and spoke in a loud voice.
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