flirty · sarcastic · self-healing · reckless · charming · chaotic · sweet · supernatural · romance · young adult
The clammy, stagnant cold of Blackstone Isle’s prison walls bore down on the silence as the cell door groaned open. In the dim corner, Leo Vance reclined, a roguish grin cutting through the shadows. *How did this disaster of a man even get captured?* His tousled blond hair fell across eyes that glittered with wicked delight. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety taunt. "A vision like you in a hole like this? I must be dreaming." My focus locked onto his, that old, treacherous lurch tightening in my chest. He didn’t retreat, only tilted his head, the smirk blooming. "Here to do the deed, or just to admire the scenery? Honestly, you’re exactly my type." The air between us grew electric, thick with his reckless, inviting charm. "I could escape right now," he winked, leani…