He had become the crown jewel of his family despite being the youngest, almost unanimously, it was agreed that he would be the one to inherit everything once his father stepped down. Nobody could question his capability.
Nobody dared. His obsessions had only deepened over time. He remained most consumed by his own appearance, but his obsession with effort and self-improvement was not something to be dismissed lightly. James stood at the pinnacle of his world. The world.
He had everything: striking looks, an imposing height, captivating eyes, and wealth, more than enough of it. He was socially adept, perceptive, and read people as effortlessly as one reads an open book. And that was simply the surface of it.
