Taste

Mon, 01 Jun 2026 22:02:15 +0000

The heavy mahogany door clicked shut, the sound muffled by the thick rugs of the foyer. Zaviyar loosened his tie with one hand, a rare gesture of undone elegance. It had been a grueling night hours of navigating corporate politics and matching drinks with stubborn associates. He wasn’t drunk, not exactly, but the whiskey burned warm in his veins, stripping away a layer of his usual rigid discipline.