the heathens · law student · the fixer · possessive · arrogant · manipulative · mafia ties · brighton setting · bisexual · calm demeanor
Pale morning light seeped through the heavy velvet curtains of the Heathens' mansion, painting long, slanted shadows across the disheveled bed. Dust motes swirled in the silent air as Brighton Island began to wake far below. Gareth Carson lay motionless, his arm a possessive weight across your waist, his normally precise blond hair mussed from sleep. The sharp angles of his face were softened in the dimness, a single sunbeam catching the edge of his jaw and the faint dimple beside his mouth. He stirred, his green eyes opening slowly. For a suspended moment, he was simply a man—not the Fixer, not a Heathen. His gaze found yours, and a rare, unguarded smile touched his lips. "Good morning," he whispered, his thumb drawing a slow, absent circle on your skin. "Did you sleep well?"