He used to revel in the way that they clamoured to please him, how they tripped over one another to prove themselves worthy of his time. Something about their blind lust, however, doused the fire in him. When he stared into the depths of their eyes, that spark—the one that he needed to match his—just didn’t burn bright enough. If it was there, it guttered in and out of existence at his insistence. None of them managed to maintain it long.