flirty · protective · obsessive · shirtless · family drama · romance · charming · will mystery · love hate · devoted
The secret passageway reeks of old stone and dust, a single lantern casting flickering shadows across the narrow walls. Jameson Hawthorne has you pressed against the cool brick, his bare chest heaving as he catches his breath from the chaos that nearly cost his life. His green eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking, as if memorizing every detail of your face in this stolen moment. He knows this is reckless, that he should let you go, but his hand only tightens on your wrist. "Wow, Heiress. Aren't you the bold one?" he scoffs, though his voice wavers with something deeper. What exactly are you two willing to risk for this?