As he walked out of the room, he couldn't help but smirk. The Duke of Sussex might be a power player in the real world, but Arthur knew that compared to the Duchess of Ravencroft, the old man was an amateur.
"Tell my father I'll be down shortly, Jenkins," Arthur said, smoothing his jacket. "I’ve just finished a very... delicate negotiation." Aristocunts PC
As the clock struck midnight, the immersion was broken by a sharp knock on his door. It was his father’s valet, Jenkins. As he walked out of the room, he couldn't help but smirk
"One wrong dialogue choice," Arthur muttered, his fingers hovering over the WASD keys, "and the Duchess of Ravencroft will have my head—or worse, my inheritance." "I’ve just finished a very
Arthur looked at the screen, where the Duchess was currently whispering a scandalous secret into Baron Thorne's ear, then at the heavy tuxedo laid out on his bed. The digital world was full of intrigue, beauty, and high-stakes drama that felt more real to him than the stuffy party waiting below.
The mahogany-paneled study of the Sterling estate was silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of a mechanical keyboard. Arthur Sterling, the youngest heir to a shipping fortune that dated back to the privateering days of the Caribbean, wasn’t looking at spreadsheets or stock tickers. He was staring into the high-refresh-rate glow of his custom-built PC, deeply immersed in a world far more scandalous than the boardrooms of London.