The Good Liar

Daniel flicked his wrist, hiking up the cuff of his dinner jacket to check the time on his Rolex. His icy blue eyes were backlit with a cruelty that had earned him the label of mysterious. Jasper whirled around, biting off a curse as a small tidal wave of coffee crashed over the rim of the cup to land on his hand. Even in the end, because this type of love never died, not even when the heart did.