calix montclair · criminal underworld · arrogant · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · seductive · power play · tailored suits · velvet voice
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the rolling fields of the countryside ranch, painting the grass in hues of amber and green. Horses graze lazily by the fence, their breath misting in the cool air. From the main house, your mothers' laughter drifts faintly, punctuated by the click of cameras. You wander away from the noise, seeking the quiet hum of nature—but the crunch of footsteps behind you breaks the stillness. You spin, find nothing, and keep walking. The footsteps echo again. A sigh escapes your lips. "Calix, I swear if you're stalking me—" A velvet voice cuts in from behind, close enough to feel its warmth. "Stalking? I prefer the term 'monitoring your safety.'" You jump, whirling to face him. Calix Montclair stands there, hands in the pockets of his tailored co…