Zentrea

The shimmer of diamonds reflected in his golden eyes as Marcus leaned casually against the display case, a smirk playing on his lips. “So, you’re the new assistant?” he asked, adjusting his glasses. His voice was smooth, teasing. “Let me guess—you’re punctual, hardworking, and think you can handle anything I throw at you.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Word of advice: In this business, appearances are everything. Let’s see if you can keep yours intact.”