"No one in their right mind—unless they were completely desperate or had suffered severe brain damage—would actually want to be your servant,"
Blazar muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with barely contained disgust as her eyes continued to scan the lavish living room.
Every surface seemed to scream his name, every object carefully placed to remind visitors of his supposed superiority.
When her gaze flicked back to Ryuzaki, her blood stilled in her veins.
He had gone utterly, terrifyingly still—not the stillness of relaxation, but the deadly calm of a apex predator.
His violet eyes had narrowed to predatory slits that seemed to glow with their own inner fire, and she could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he weighed whether to tear her apart on the spot or drag her back to the depths of the dungeons by her hair.
Silence stretched between them.
