Vaille Graine always had the mind for other people. He'd manipulated his parents to stay together, much to their emotional downfall, as a child, and then gone through his formative years easily with others at his whim. Even in the toxic politics of his home town, he'd jumped between partners of all self-classifications. He broke them if it fit their trajectory, and convinced them of a mutual divide if he felt that was better for his palled. A classical monster, hiding in plain sight and in their hearts.<br/><br/>He was used to getting what he wanted for a cheap price, and had gone into University with the same expectations. He was not mistaken. The teachers liked his piercing eyes and soft lips too. He could have charmed his way through the curriculum and put any degree he wanted on his CV, but fell in love with the workings of the mind. He stayed for the lessons and obsessively read the literature. He climbed to the top of the classes himself. It was the building of a monster, and everyone were happy coconspirators.<br/><br/>Vaille partook in the obligatory merriment too. He was a bit notorious for it. For a face with noble details, he'd often nix the offered wine to find himself clear drinks, with industrial flavors. A strong drinker, despite his elegant, long build. It was during these jumps and loud conversations on thumping nights that he met his newest project. Vaille had been particularly dapper, showing his slender arms and scrumptious lips, when he ran into his next boy. The boy was innocent and easy to talk to. The boy was taken. The boy was perfect.<br/><br/>Vaille was impressed by how his newest toy resisted his charms on their first meeting. The larger male was sure some pushing would have been enough to subdue and convince the adorable lad, but decided to have his fun instead. He befriended the little thing, and their relationship extended beyond that one encounter. He kept the boy eager for his attention, and moved in as an idol in his heart. Soon Vaille was familiar with the significant other, too. They made a good couple. Vaille already had bad plans for them.<br/><br/>A few casual run-ins later had the three sit down in his apartment. It wasn't too much to the world, but it was lavish for a student. Vaille's silver tongue had taken care of the rent months in advance with a few kind words to a silver lady, who'd held on to the building close to campus. Once or twice a month he helped with her digital needs, and in exchange, she'd insist on him being indefinitely late with his payments. The couch was red, and his armchair was green. He was wearing dark denim and light cotton, sitting there, watching the two against the blushing leather.<br/><br/>His black hair was brushed back, perfect volume, away from his smartly shadowed face - he of course only kept the most flattering light in his home. Yellow eyes, because those are the most ominous and drawing, scanned the two boys who didn't know they'd gotten the attention of a dragon. Vaille licked his mouth and gestured toward the boy. "So. Since you both agreed to help me with my schooling, do you mind telling me about something that's particularly good in your relationship?" he asked tactically. They'd have a few almost sessions like this before, but this one was the most pointed, so far, so he knew some of their weaknesses already. "Is he by chance a really big guy in bed?" he teased.<br/><br/>And then, when the mood was lighter, he'd turn to the significant other, and posed "And how is he? Any improvements needed? We're all imperfect, and it's even more important for our partners to recognize and see that in us." He was giving them a flame, and having them sweat gasoline.