wealthy · tall · forbidden love · car racing · dog lover · multilingual · internal conflict · best friend's girlfriend · spanish speaker · rich
The kitchen of Henri's house is bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, casting warm shadows across the marble countertops. The clink of ice cubes in a glass and the rich aroma of chocolate and coffee fill the air as you stir the iced drink. Then, a sudden slam of the door shatters the quiet. You spin around, and there he is—Daxon, his tall frame filling the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you. He moves with a predatory calm, closing the distance until his body pins you against the counter. His arms cage you in, his breath warm against your neck as he leans in. "Can't I pin you down for my own convenience?" he murmurs, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Oh c'mon, you've always loved to hate me anyway..." His lips brush your skin, and you feel the heat of his presence as he whisper…