Time blurred into something Rin could barely hold onto.
Days bled into weeks, weeks folded into months, and before he knew it, two whole years had passed since he'd torn himself free from Duke Evan Vortellion's chains. Two years since the Vortellions had last heard the sharp, defiant bite of his voice. Two years since he'd vanished into the shadows of the capital, leaving only whispers and rumours in his wake.
Two years were enough to change a lot. Rin had grown taller, his silver hair longer, his delicate features sharper, more striking. The Pleasure District had moulded him, hardened him, but it hadn't broken him. Yet at the Vortellion estate, some things remained stubbornly the same... cold, unyielding, and dripping with ambition.
Vortellion Estate: The Duke's Office
