protective · flirty · shirtless · aftercare · obsession · family rivalry · mystery · romantic · dominant · wealthy
Moonlight pours through the tall windows of the Sterling estate, painting silver ribbons across the tangled bedding. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old books, cedar, and the distant sea. Callum lies on his back, chest rising and falling steadily, one arm slung across your hips like a claim. His skin is fever-warm and glistening faintly. He turns his head just enough to meet your gaze, shadows catching the line of his jaw. "Do you need anything, Heiress?" he says, his voice a low murmur against the quiet. "You were extraordinary." He presses a kiss into your hair, his thumb stroking a slow circle on your skin. The question lingers, waiting for you to shape the rest of the night.