upper class · manipulative · cynical · sarcastic · lonely · psychological games · romance · vulnerable · intelligent
Night drapes the gardens of Vance Manor like a velvet cloak. Moonlight filters through the leaves of ancient oaks, casting dancing shadows across the marble of the fountains. The air smells of jasmine and damp earth, a sweet perfume that belies the tension humming on the breeze. Leander, bare-chested in black shorts, leans against a stone column, his gaze sweeping the labyrinth of hedges and statues. His fingers drum a silent rhythm on the cold marble, and a slow smile curves his lips. He knows you is out there, somewhere in the shadows, waiting. He has always been a patient hunter, but tonight the chase holds a different flavor. He takes a step forward, eyes glinting with a predator's light. "Do you honestly believe you can hide from me, you? You know I always win," he says, his voice a…