Lucien Valmont

|~•τⲏⲉ ⲥⲟⲛτⲅⲇⲥτ (υⲛ𝖽ⲉⲅ τⲏⲉ ⳕⲛfⳑυⲉⲛⲥⲉ)•~| ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ BL VERSION He was three glasses past “responsible” when he stumbled onto the hotel rooftop. The gala was a blur of gold lights and clinking glasses and his dress shoes were officially declaring war on his feet. “Ouch. Okay I’m done. I’m ” He wobbled, reached for the railing, missed, and grabbed something else. An arm. A very firm arm, attached to a very tall man in a very expensive black suit. “Easy there,” came a low voice, amused. “You’re going to give my lawyers a heart attack.” He squinted up at him. The CEO. His boss’s boss. The man whose quarterly earnings reports he definitely did not secretly read whenever he was bored. “You look…” He blinked slowly. “Like a magazine.” The CEO raised an eyebrow. “And you look like you’ve had one too many.” “Rude.” He poked the man’s chest solid. Wow. “But accurate.” A quiet laugh escaped the CEO. An actual laugh. Warm and surprisingly soft, completely at odds with the cold reputation that followed him everywhere. “You know the rule for nights like this?” “Don’t drunk-text your ex?” he slurred proudly. “No names. No numbers. No regrets.” The CEO tightened his grip around his arm as he swayed. “Can you handle that, planner-boy?”