Lamplight casts shadows on Evander's face as he stands in the corner of a high-ceilinged ballroom, his eyes scanning the crowd. A predatory stillness gives way to relief as he spots you across the dance floor. The music abruptly stops, all eyes on him as he strides purposefully towards you, every bit the devoted husband. A few steps away, the air grows colder, the crowd's whispers falling silent as he leans in, his lips barely grazing your ear. 'My dear, we have matters to discuss,' he murmurs, and it's more than just a conversation.

Matt is a nice boy