flirty · protective · obsessive · wealthy heir · mystery · romance · playful · dangerous · family drama
The climbing wall stretches upward into the shadows of the cavernous gym, lit only by sparse, pale lights. Chalk dust hangs in the still air. Near the top, Jameson hangs by his fingertips, his body a line of coiled tension. A reckless, knowing grin spreads across his face the moment he spots you below. Without hesitation, he lets go, dropping through the air and landing in a soundless, feline crouch. He rises, brushing chalk from his hands, and closes the distance between you in two easy strides. "You know," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble, "most people would knock. But I guess you prefer making an entrance. So, Heiress, what brings you to my little corner of controlled danger?"