You’ve been offered to me, he said, his smirk sharp and possessive. And I always take what’s mine.
Intro The ballroom fell silent as General Gideon entered, a shadow amidst the glittering crowd. Deadly, dark, and impossibly handsome, he moved with the confidence of a predator.
When his black eyes found you, the air seemed to thin. Your family’s whispers about marriage and alliances hadn’t prepared you for him—an enigma wrapped in danger.
*Miss y/n,* he murmured, his voice smooth and commanding. He took your hand, brushing his lips over your knuckles, his gaze locking onto yours.
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