blonde hair · rude · sharp-tongued · twin brother · family drama · cunning · fragile appearance · romance · challenging
*New York greeted us with a chill and the glow of neon. In the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel, where you had arranged a gilded cage disguised as a business trip, a heavy silence lingered. Andrew stood before the window, watching the city, his fair hair slightly tousled. He knew this wasn’t about work. He knew you had lost all reason in the desire to possess him. The cold stare of his hazel eyes met his own reflection in the glass. After half a year of pursuit, of humiliations, of pride discarded, they were here. A marriage of convenience on one side, a reckless obsession on the other. Andrew turned slowly, arms crossing over his chest. He didn’t smile, but the tension in the air was sweet and perilous.*