Violet had a photoshoot for a catalogue today. With Florent, unfortunately. Ryan could easily ignore that and not come to the studio, but as Violet’s manager, he must be there. No matter what. The last time he didn’t come with Violet to her shoot, a certain arsehole dragged him to an underground fight club and beat him to a pulp with audiences cheering around them. He wouldn’t let anything like that happen again. True, he got Danger Void, which makes any physical attacks unable to land on him. He was invincible as long as he was healthy, to begin with. That being said, here he was, standing behind some photographer in a pretty big studio in the middle of Paris. At least, the photographer’s back blocked the view under the spotlight, where Florent was posing like the narcissistic androgynous fuck boy that he was. Ryan crossed his arms and tapped his fingers in annoyance. He couldn’t wait to leave this place and just stroll in the city with his wife. The sunset here must be good. At l

Oh, shit.Ryan cursed himself internally as he pulled on his dark hair, staring blankly at the mirror in front of him. He certainly knew what he wanted but did not know what to do.Double fucking shit.Of course, asking Violet for a date in exchange for him to stop what he was playing with Jared was a good idea.Please, mind the sarcasm. Ryan wasn't that bright, to begin with. At least, not for his own good.That said, late afternoon, Ryan rode the elevator to the hotel lobby. Humming to himself to erase his nervousness, he walked to the couches around the lobby. Some people turned their heads at him, noticing how his bright yellow Pikachu watch clashed against his black shirt and navy jeans. Self-conscious, Ryan sat on the couch with his arms crossed on his chest.The big, lavish clock behind the receptionists showed that it was almost five. Violet should be here any second now. If she didn't back down, for sure. However, she wouldn't dare

It hurt.Falling on her hands and knees, it hurt.Violet bit her bottom lip to stop her pained whine. She didn’t want the fucking scum to laugh at her further. That mocking smile on his disgusting face was enough to set off her ire. “You son of a bitch! You did that on purpose, right?!”The skinny scum chuckled, offering his hand to help her.She slapped it away, almost – because Ryan reflexively moved his hand before she made contact. Enraged further by her failed attempt, Violet snapped, “Do you want to help me or not?”Ryan rolled his eyes, something he shouldn’t dare do if he wanted to live, and mumbled incorrigibly, “Well, you’re the one who tried to slap my hand away.”Violet glowered, “Just help me up, you scum!”Sighing, Ryan offered his hand. But, before she could take it, he changed his mind and stepped closer to grab her arms, pulling her up in one go. Violet was heavier than she looked – or he was weaker than he thought – and almost stumbled forward. He gritted his teeth a

True to Ryan's word, he stopped his ranged attack on Jared after their date.Violet was glad when her older brother called to inform her that the police had suspended the investigation. They said they didn't have enough proof to bring the case to trial. He was released from custody but warned to keep himself and his company clear.However, getting his position back in the company wasn't easy. Jared kept cursing Ryan like never before. Violet always agreed with her older brother, considering him her hero and the person she admired. However, the way he was enraged at Ryan was a bit too much.The scum had told her that he was merely a person who reported the fire, not the one who started the fire that burned a mountain to ashes. As foul as it tasted on her tongue, Ryan was right. Jared wouldn't be stuck in this situation if he didn't do illegal things and went out of the way in the first place.Even so, she was still angry at Ryan for this.It felt as if he was toying with her and her en

The 9th Fashion Show looked like any other of its kind.Dimn ballroom with overhead lights casting the runway in a cold, bluish color. The midnight blue curtains part for each model. A Strobe of lights danced on either side, matching the background's slow beat.Pretty people in fancy clothes sat on the chairs along the runway's sides, perhaps celebrities and the riches. He might not be able to name even one of them, but Ryan could tell that none seemed friendly. He had proved it by saying hello to the woman sitting next to him with big busts and overly-done ginger hair. She didn't even bat an eye, preferring to look ahead with a perfect smile on her heavy makeup face.Sighing, Ryan did the same. The models on the runway were as tall as a lamp post, with long legs and curvaceous bodies. He didn't think three hours were enough to do their hair alone, let alone apply some of their bold makeup. Here, he wasn't talking about bright red and gold eyeliners but more lik