Don’t fight it El

Julien tapped his left foot lightly against the floor as he waited for Cressida’s charity ball to commence.

The suit he had on was starting to feel stiff from wear along the neck and he regretted his decision to leave the office so soon. His regret fiddled away when he spotted Elsida scurrying across the ballroom a frazzled mess as she gave the staff directions on where to place the artwork.

How she managed to still look elegant he had no clue.

Julien was in a predicament and he was utterly fucked, to say the least.

Memories of the conversation they had two nights ago and Elsida’s reluctant rejection rolled through his mind and a pang of hurt settled in his chest.

The most diring part was that Julien couldn’t regret his actions, he was notably selfish and probably damaged a part of his brain because he wanted her all to himself and he would stop at nothing until he got what he wanted.

Including ruining her Father. he would stop at nothing until he ended him, consequences be darned.