Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.
He pulled on the coat. The ivory of his face reflected in a polished steel wall—handsome, cold, and eternal.
Blaire’s smile didn’t waver. “Then I wipe the lace, sell the chrome for scrap, and donate the ivory to a medical school. Your call.”
Leo finally sat up. The chrome beneath his ivory skin caught the light, shimmering like a secret. “So I’m your puppet.”
Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.
He pulled on the coat. The ivory of his face reflected in a polished steel wall—handsome, cold, and eternal. chrome blaire ivory
Blaire’s smile didn’t waver. “Then I wipe the lace, sell the chrome for scrap, and donate the ivory to a medical school. Your call.” Chrome
Leo finally sat up. The chrome beneath his ivory skin caught the light, shimmering like a secret. “So I’m your puppet.” sell the chrome for scrap