Taeryn wasn't curious about Rihan's family. He didn't care about the wedding either. But seeing Rihan standing in front of the mirror in a tuxedo made him care a little because his detective looked good.
The corset cinched his waist, fabric flowing neatly down his back, a cloth choker resting around his throat. His hair was tied into a man bun, loose strands framing his face.
Utter perfection. Taeryn's lips curled.
Over the past few weeks, Rihan had grown close to his siblings again. It was warm. Familial.
Sometimes Taeryn wondered what it would have been like to grow up with siblings of his own.
Well.. he technically had one on the way. His papa had decided to get pregnant with his new partner.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?" Rihan asked, tugging off his necktie and putting it back on, adjusting it carefully.
"I'd like that," Taeryn said, licking his tongue ring before pushing off the bedroom doorway.
