[ Bloodfang territories]
Alpha Velor stood in front of the tall mirror.
Every line of his posture was taut, as though his spine had been forged from steel. He was a man who did give his time polishing his appearance but today was not about vanity…it was about presentation.
The room was bathed in a faint golden hue as sunlight filtered through the thick velvet curtains, soft enough not to burn the eye, but bright enough to let everyone know that it was crawling towards midday.
The mirror caught his reflection…the angular jaw, the thin scar slicing across his collarbone as he adjusted his shirt. But the furrow remained between his brows that hadn't eased in days.
His fingers moved mechanically down the row of buttons on his ivory shirt, fastening one… then the next… then pausing.
His thumb lingered too long on a loop.
Then, without realising, he skipped one.
And fastened it anyway.Twice.
That uneven line broke the gorgeous symmetry of the outfit, but Velor didn't notice.
