It was midnight, and the world outside was quiet, but inside André's chambers the air felt alive. André sat calmly, looking at the door like a man who had already won a game no one else knew they were playing. His robe hung loose on his shoulders, and his hair fell a little over his face, but he looked every bit the predator waiting for his prey. His eyes glinted with the kind of patience that wasn't patience at all, but the thrill of knowing the moment was coming.
Then came the knock.
Not timid. Not bold. Just one knock.
André's lips curled into the kind of smile that would scare the shit out of anyone if they knew what was behind it. A devil's smile dressed up as something soft. He stood quickly, walked to the door, and opened it with all the gentleness of a lover welcoming his bride.
And there she was.
Vivienne.
