Lordbarkwithcfnm [FAST]

"Details," Barkwith scoffed, finally turning his gaze upon the younger man. The Lord’s eyes were startlingly blue, piercing and unkind. "You have something of mine, Mr. Thorne. Or rather, you have taken something of mine. My patience."

Elias checked his reflection one last time. He was dressed in a sharp, charcoal three-piece suit—the kind of armor he usually wore to boardroom meetings. But tonight, the rules of the game were different. lordbarkwithcfnm