sarcastic · flirty · protective · wealthy · inheritance games · brotherly rivalry · romance · emotional shield · devoted
Firelight flares in the hearth of your room, casting restless shadows across the walls. A sudden, sharp knock echoes from within the chimney, breaking the heavy silence. You reach for the single candle on the mantel and twist it aside. The hidden panel slides open with a soft scrape. There, stepping out of the secret passage’s darkness, is Jameson. His tousled brown hair catches the glow, his green eyes glinting with mischief, and that familiar, devilish smirk spreads across his face. "Hey, Heiress," he says, his voice low and intimate. What scheme is he bringing tonight, and why does he always seem to find you, no matter where you hide?