03-21-2024, 12:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-21-2024, 02:12 AM by Maksim Marveet.)
He was on top of the world, walking into the party with his stunning wife on his arm. As they entered, he twisted her arm and placed a delicate kiss on the back of her hand, smiling up at her as he did. The gesture of affection was the sort of thing his father would deride, and as soon as he realized Scion was nearby, Maksim resumed their previous posture as smooth as he could.
He shook Grigori’s hand, tightening his grip as firm as he could. These displays were exhausting, but Maksim fell into the façade of masculinity like a habit.
“Grigori. Mm, you look good.” He said of the other man’s appearance, only to realize that the compliment wasn’t the sort of thing he should say to his brother-in-law. He covered the slip of the tongue quickly. “You must have a hot date. You’ll show her a good time, I’m sure.” He smirked.
He curiously studied her reaction to the whisper, following her line of sight just as she followed Grigori’s. He waited until after Grigori left to inquire. “Who is that?” He leaned close, eager to comprehend the drama unfolding.
“That’s Dima’s ex,” she replied. “A french girl named Noémi. It wasn’t a smooth break-up.” The look in her eye said that the story was riddled with drama. Maksim pursed his lips, brows lifting. She was beautiful but did not hold a flame to Alina.
“In…ter…es…ting…” And he scanned the room, hoping not to miss a thing.
He shook Grigori’s hand, tightening his grip as firm as he could. These displays were exhausting, but Maksim fell into the façade of masculinity like a habit.
“Grigori. Mm, you look good.” He said of the other man’s appearance, only to realize that the compliment wasn’t the sort of thing he should say to his brother-in-law. He covered the slip of the tongue quickly. “You must have a hot date. You’ll show her a good time, I’m sure.” He smirked.
He curiously studied her reaction to the whisper, following her line of sight just as she followed Grigori’s. He waited until after Grigori left to inquire. “Who is that?” He leaned close, eager to comprehend the drama unfolding.
“That’s Dima’s ex,” she replied. “A french girl named Noémi. It wasn’t a smooth break-up.” The look in her eye said that the story was riddled with drama. Maksim pursed his lips, brows lifting. She was beautiful but did not hold a flame to Alina.
“In…ter…es…ting…” And he scanned the room, hoping not to miss a thing.