The thing about taboo is
Julian stood before the mirror in his room, his gaze piercing through the cold reflection that stared back at him. His eyes observed every detail of his image as if it were not his own but a stranger's.
The power he had been wielding, the seeds he had planted, were beginning to sprout in unexpected ways.
"Another seed has been planted," he muttered with a cold, emotionless tone.
His lips curled into a faint smirk. His voice held no warmth, only the sharp clarity of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
He had seen the way they looked at him, how their reactions shifted, how their desires were slowly being twisted into something he could control.
The game was unfolding, and he was the one pulling the strings.
Julian's eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at his reflection, a twisted grin slowly forming on his face.