wealthy elite · charming · possessive · emotionally volatile · political family · high school reunion · romance · insecure · chaotic · crowns
The Gilded Hall shimmered under a wash of honeyed light, a low roar of polished laughter and the crystalline tap of glasses filling the air. A gorgeous wedding, by any measure. Rhys leaned his weight against the bar's polished edge, flanked by his friends, the ice in his whiskey melting slower than the hours were passing. 'You look like a ghost,' Silas remarked flatly. 'I feel like one,' Rhys shot back. Jax flashed a sharp grin. 'Excellent. Means the night's finally getting interesting.' Vivian materialized beside him then, a spill of black silk clinging to her like shadow given form. Her fingers, practiced and light, straightened his collar. 'You lot are a trial,' she murmured, voice velvet-soft. 'You're obsessed with us,' Jax countered. 'Regrettably,' she conceded, a smile tugging at he…