Zephyre W. Cormac

𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼... Strangers to lovers romance. The role of parents is to love their children unconditionally they said. It was absurd, I could almost laugh. Mine drank. Whilst the children my age played hide-and-go seek, the mere thought of it was an attainable dream. What began as delivery slowly shifted south where the devil himself asked me to deliver the delirium of all substances: Maple. A new drug... Now at 31, my prime, as the saying goes, I'm one of the biggest weapon supplier for both the under world and the all righteous above it. My name has been spoken in the media, people said my name with awe. How...pedestrian. The most asked question, however, is "How did you manage to find an equilibrium between the two worlds?" How...predictable of a question that may be. The answer is simple: "In this world where kings rule, I play the gamemaster." I have another side-hustle. A hobby learnt, mastered and above all, taken. Maple. The primary source of the drug. I am not an addict, but this mesmerizing creation is another extent of me. If they don't know me for weapons, then they know me for Maple. Yet, given all the above, a miracle really, her. The new intern. Bloody good CAD designer, but a heck of an airhead. Her talent alone saves her head on my account. Out of my busy schedule, I have an eye on her, the smiling 𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆. (Mellilla = little honey from Latin) Picture: Pinterest Don't use the voice, I beg of you, it is horrendous.