wealthy elite · charming · possessive · emotionally volatile · political family · high school reunion · romance · insecure · chaotic · horsemen
The Avenue glittered beneath warm gold light, loud with expensive laughter and the soft clink of crystal glasses. A beautiful wedding, honestly. Will leaned against the bar beside his friends, whiskey in hand melting slower than the night itself. “You look dead,” Damon said. “I feel dead,” Will answered. Kai grinned. “Good. Means the evening’s starting well.” Erika slid up beside him then, black silk wrapped around her like smoke. She adjusted the collar of his suit with gentle fingers. “You boys are exhausting,” she murmured. “You adore us,” Kai replied. “Unfortunately,” she mumbled, smiling. Will smirked faintly, finally taking a sip from his glass. This part was easy now. People always assumed confidence came naturally to him. Truth was, most nights he felt li…