Inside an office far too formal and self-important for anyone with a functioning soul, I sat as the only glorious thing that room had ever been blessed with.
My crimson eyes were focused on the demon across from me, Azriel, who, to his credit, managed to look composed… but naturally, nowhere near my level.
He stared right back at me without blinking.
We were just two adults, locked in a silent pride-soaked stare-off, refusing to blink, speak or admit we were being catastrophically childish as if either of us had not an ounce of maturity left.
Then I took a deep breath and let my expression shift into pure world-ending horror. I pointed behind him as if I was witnessing doom itself.
Azriel snapped around instantly.
…To see nothing but air.
And just like that, the noble staring contest was over, won by a cheap little trick I executed with flawless shamelessness.
A smirk curled onto my face but I didn't even say I won because that's what winners do.
Right?
