ʀᴛ . deal with a devil
There was no easy way to escape from the clutches of a man married into paranoia. A soft breath escapes Weiss as she eyes her Scroll dubiously.
Whitley had unwittingly given her this plan when he had snobbishly told her that she would need the skill of one of the greatest criminals to escape their father’s grasp.
Since his little slip, she had been looking into the darker side of the company’s associations. A name she heard come up often was that of the renowned Roman Torchwick - a brilliant criminal, && not a man to be trifled with.
Organizing a meeting had taken her far more time than she had anticipated, but in the end, she’d managed it - gaining a Scroll with untraceable && unlimited access to communications outside of Atlas.
When his features appear on the screen, she almost lets a sigh of relief leave her.
Followed by a faint flush of her cheeks. It was unfair he was so handsome. The story books always said men like him were too good looking for their own good.
“I hope that this meeting isn’t taking up too much of your valuable time, Mr. Torchwick.”
A man of refined class && deadly skill, the heiress requires the assistance of the @kingqin
