That was easy. In just a few minutes two glasses are set between them and he's grinning. "Long Island iced teas. It's quick and simple and that's what I need most days. I can get busy oh so quickly."

— pocket and handed over his lighter.

"I know it's dangerous but danger is my middle name after all. Don't worry about me." He stood and moved to his desk, reaching out to grab one of the many intricate walking canes he owns.

He holds it up but doesn't offer it yet. "In case you need one to —

Little miss { redacted } is addicted to the shimmer.

ᴬᵈᵈⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰⁱᵐᵐᵉʳ?

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀ.

{ Drug } market: sometimes I wonder why I even got in.
{ Love } market: sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.

Shimmer comes in a little glass vial.

⁂ You'd { die } for the cause, but you won't { fight } for one? ⁂

The { eye } of Zaun
The Industrialist
A father to { one } a villain to { all }
21+ (N)SFW for triggering and adult themes.

Literate/descriptive Novella style.
OC's and MV welcome.

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