My father is a beautiful man. Tall and lean, golden and untouchable. He is handsome, there is no doubt about that, often using his good looks to make people treat him differently. He’s well choreographed, every move, every twitch of muscle, every pose, able to manipulate with his perfect features and his well practiced words. He always knew the right words to say to everyone, the smooth remarks and the way he used them like a weapon.
Apollo Rhys could do no wrong in the eyes of people. He was the perfect Alpha, the perfect father, the perfect everything.
He was either too intimidating or too charming.
Either way, he always got what he wanted.
Always.
Now, he stood in front of me, tall and perfect and so much like me, it was as if I was looking at a reflection of myself.
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