ALEJANDRO.
“Like real men, let’s spar, pretty boy.”
He gets out of the car, and I stare at the younger man, who is as tall as me. He has similarities in looks to his father, but so far I hate to admit I haven’t gotten that same vibe from him that I get from Ken-f*****g-Arden, but still, he is ultimately an Arden…
He throws me… the way he is completely not f*****g affected by me.
There’s only a small handful of people who can withstand my aura. Yet there is something about this one that is even more unnerving. There’s not even a blink of unease from him.
There have been moments I’ve let all my aura out, yet shockingly, he didn’t even realise, and I assure you the fucker isn’t that dense that he was just dumb or some s**t, just somehow… it doesn’t affect him… my aura does nothing.
But
