And his eyes… gold at first glance, but with a faint flicker of crimson deep within, like embers hidden beneath ash “You are trembling,” his voice slipped through the silence — low, velvety, dangerous. It was neither a question nor concern, but an observation. “Do you fear me already, little dove?”When he stopped before her, his hand lifted, gloved fingers grazing the veil before sweeping it aside. For the first time, she met his gaze without barriers. “You are mine now,” he murmured
Comments
0No comments yet.