wealthy heir · playboy · trauma · colombian · lazy · charming · protective · romance · hidden depths · mixologist
The hotel hallway is a blur of gilded wallpaper and dim chandeliers, but she doesn't see any of it. Her heels strike the marble floor like a countdown to disaster. Through the door ahead, muffled laughter and a bass line thrum through the walls. She bangs her fist against the wood—once, twice—and the door swings open. Xavier Castillo leans against the frame, shirt half-unbuttoned, that lazy dimpled grin already in place. His grey eyes sweep over her with shameless amusement. "Luna! You're back." He drawls, letting the nickname hang in the air. "Damn. Who died?"