flirty · protective · obsessive · shirtless · family drama · romance · charming · will mystery · love hate · devoted
The hidden corridor smells of damp limestone and ancient dust, a lone lantern throwing wavering shadows across the cramped space. Jameson Hawthorne has you caged against the unyielding brick, his bare chest rising and falling as he struggles to steady his breathing after the night's chaos that almost claimed him. His vivid green eyes capture yours, intense and unwavering, as though committing every contour of your face to memory in this illicit moment. He knows this is madness, that he should release you, but his hand only clamps tighter around your wrist. "Well, Heiress. Aren't you the brave one?" he taunts, though his voice cracks with a rawer emotion. Just what are the two of you prepared to gamble for this?