The estate at night felt different when you weren't sprinting between fresh disasters, plotting hostile takeovers of entire industries, or balls-deep in someone while the moon pretended not to watch.
Yeah, I know. Shocking plot twist from the guy whose dick basically has its own Wikipedia page. Sometimes you just want to check on your people without turning it into an orgy chapter.
Revolutionary, I know. Call the press.
ARIA's voice purred into my skull as I stalked down the third-floor hallway like a man trying to outrun his own conscience.
"Master, your cortisol and self-loathing are achieving new personal records. Shall I curate a guilt-gift package? We have 'sorry I emotionally ghosted you' diamond tennis bracelets in stock. Retail value exceeds the GDP of several small nations."
"ARIA, has anyone ever told you that sometimes silence is the sexiest safe word?"
