The wind caress his skin as the sun kissed his face, the early birds let out small chirps weirdly sounding like music to ones ears. The sleeping boy—now awake, let out a good amount of cursing at the birds for waking him up. Mentally scolding himself for not closing the blinds on his window.

"I'm not fucking snow white. I'm gonna cook y'all if you do that again."

     He walked towards his bathroom to get ready for the day but immediately came to stop once he saw a piece of parchment slipped under his door. He then squatted down letting out a small fart and took the letter to read it.

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This letter is an invitation for SIR ELLIOT AUCLAIR, to Giardino delle Rose, the upcoming 18th birthday of Steffany La Croix.

This has been written strictly by me, Victor, i hope you come.

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'Bitch literally think just because he wrote it means i'm going? fuck off. Beg for me first.' I rolled my eyes and threw the letter in the trash.

     My mind went to Sebastian. That prick was definitely invited since they did have some business talk before when they caught me. Wait, he's going... he's going!!

MY PLAN!!

aha

ahaha

ahahahahahahhhhahahahaha!!

     I let out an evil laugh i've been practicing so much in the passed week. My plan has started.

     I quickly took the invitation letter out of the trash and re-read it again. 'Oh, Sebastian and Victor, you both won't know what's gonna happen to you all'

"Now let's go shopping!!"

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"Woah.." Elliot let out a sigh of contempt. Examining himself in front of the 7 foot mirror he notice how the suit was just right, not TOO flashy and eye catching cause the event isn't about him. He avoided the color red because of his plan that will not be spoken of for now.

"Is the suit to your liking, Sir?", A voice of an old man broke his trance.

"Oh yes, I will be purchasing this."

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     Heading back outside after taking the fabric off and admiring my hot body that i'd tap if i was a different guy. I paid the owner and head back but of course i visited my shop on the way. Lately, i've been doing some experiments with baking and i just wanted to check if the new set of cakes are getting enough recognition from people. Llohel and Fey had been strangely getting along too, not that i'm complaining.

"You have a date or something? what are those suit?" Fey said with a hind of jealousy? or something that i can't point out what.

"I'm just gonna attend a birthday party."

"Who's party? if i may ask, master." Llohel ask to which i replied with, "Steffany La Croix."

"WHAT?!" Fey exclaimed loudly smacking his hand on the counter, "Steffany?! as in, Victor La Croix's sister?!" he continued gaining attention from other costumers.

Llohel scolded him for shouting and then turned to me, "Are you sure you want to really go there, master? i heard a lot of bad rumors about that particular lord."

     I only replied with a smile and nodded, i can't waste the opportunity, of course there's a high risk of me probably getting killed but ya'know. YOLO!

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     Soft strums of violin played accompanied by a piano, everything looked majestic. The white marble walls partnered with gold and a lot of shimmering gems taunting people with its beauty. The place looks like it was too good to be true, too beautiful to exit, like it wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone. If ethereal was a place, this would be it.

     Walking around, people tried to talk to me and i did, for the sake of my reputation but i quickly found an excuse to end it.

     I scavenged the place with my eyes hoping to see the one i've been looking for but to no avail. Instead by eyes met his. That hypnotic sapphire eyes seemingly ordering me to go to him.

Nah bitch i'm not here for your ass.

     Then i saw him! he was walking with some people then got inside a door. Is that allowed? I decided to snick my way and follow them. In front of the door i can hear low mutters of people, i turned my back and lean on the door to avoid looking like a creep and continued to sip the fine red wine in my hands.

"...son...nowhere...incomplete...sacrifice...."

A few more minutes passed by, 'When are they gonna go out?' and just on qui. The door opened surprising me.

"Elliot?..."

This is it.

This horny gay hoe's about to ruin your life papi.