Peter leaned back like he was unveiling a masterpiece at an art gallery. "Poetic, right? Minimalist. Elegant. Also, legally untraceable."
She gave him a flat look. "And your real name just... vanishes into the void?"
"Almost. But we'll need a secondary contract showing who ARIA really represents." He paused, fingers poised mid-air over her keyboard. Then his eyes gleamed, as if he'd just cracked the encryption on the multiverse.
He typed, deliberately: Eros Velmior Desiderion.
Charlotte stared at the screen like he'd typed a cursed incantation. "What the hell is that? Sounds like a villain who gets introduced in season five."
"Exactly," Peter said with giddy satisfaction. "Someone who doesn't exist. Can't trace what was never real."
He was already imagining the dossier: Eros Velmior Desiderion—Identity Unknown. Origin Unknown. Goals: Unknown. Aura: Unreasonably powerful.
'Mysterious, powerful, completely untraceable. Peter Carter stays invisible while Eros reshapes reality.'
