Lucian leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but his tone laced with impatience. "So," he began, his sharp eyes locking onto Victor's, "what is it you want to talk about? Be quick I don't have all day."
Victor chuckled lightly, leaning forward with an air of confidence, his sharp features catching the dim light of the room. "I must say, you're… different from what I thought," he remarked, his voice smooth but carrying a subtle edge.
Lucian didn't respond, his expression remaining neutral as Victor continued.
"I expected a pampered, second-generation rich kid. You know, the kind that wastes their time chasing cheap romances and throwing around their family's name." Victor's lips curved into a faint smirk. "But you? You've been playing a very interesting game, haven't you?"
Lucian's gaze darkened slightly, the air around him cooling. "Come to the point," he said flatly, leaning forward. "I'm not here to play games, Victor. Say what you came to say."