[R-18 In the beginning portion]
In the Vossmere Consortium's highest spire, Archie and Layla Vossmere lounged in their private quarters—a opulent chamber of floating gold orbs and shadow-silk drapes, holographic feeds displaying every corner of the auction house.
Archie sipped aged void-wine, silver hair catching the light. "Elara's doing well. The boy—Ash—he's beginning to open up more."
Layla nodded, dark hair flowing, her Cosmic Eyes of Truth focused on the VIP feed. "He's more than he seems... His creation ability is uncanny; in just a blink of an eye he created earrings that could passively boost bloodlin---
She froze, eyes widening as the feed showed Ash and Elara's kiss deepening, hands roaming.
Archie's brow arched. "Well, that's… bold."
Layla's cheeks tinted faintly, her gaze lingering as Ash's shirt vanished.
'That… physique. Ridiculous. And that…'
