Ryan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the city spread out beneath him like a broken promise. Cars moved like ants. People hustled like rats. All of it belonged to him…or would, soon enough. He wanted to rule the world.
He sipped his drink, from the little cup, it was whiskey, very expensive and rare, it was smooth, hot and everything like him. He loved his time alone, he loved how he ruled, how people needed him, and most of all he loved that Xavier was out of the picture, he loved that and needed that more than anything. He didn't hear her footsteps, but he felt her presence, it was soft, like always soft. But he hated soft, he hated her presence, he hated her.
"Ryan?" Her voice was paper thin, sharp too, he couldn't ignore it if he wanted too. He didn't turn around, he didn't need to.
"What?" She walked up behind him, slowly and carefully, like she was scared he'd snap, which she was, he was always unpredictable, she was a smart girl.
