Elias should've known better than to ask. The moment the word 'shopping' left Victor's mouth, he should've cut his losses and refused outright. But no, he'd bitten, and now here he was… trapped in the backseat of the sleek black car, the city sliding past the tinted windows in a blur of morning light.
The new suit Adam had chosen sat too well on his shoulders, the fabric clean and sharp, the cut precise enough that Elias knew it hadn't been plucked from any rack. It was tailored, expensive, and specially chosen to flatter in a way that made refusal impossible.
'Damn it,' Elias thought, tugging at the cuff like the stitch might unravel if he pressed hard enough. 'Even I can't complain about the fit.'
