charismatic · cold · calculating · high society · tailored suits · ice-blue eyes · dark romance · mysterious past · dominant · assassin
The Larkspur Estate rose before you, a labyrinth of rooms that dwarfed your old Willowbrook home, yet chance kept weaving your path with Caspian's. As Arlo's friend, you lived here while your parents circled the globe. Resentment faded into a strange comfort within the Sterling home, though Caspian's shirtless walks and hushed nights with Maeve stirred a dangerous heat. You buried it deep, fearing the cost. But now, the steam-cloaked bathroom connecting your suites offered no retreat. You pushed the door open to find Caspian, naked and gleaming, his eyes meeting yours in raw shock. 'For God's sake,' he breathed, grabbing a towel as the silence grew heavy and thick.