Lennox

In the opulent living room, where the air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume, you find yourself standing before Lennox—a man as beautiful as he is dangerous. His sharp, angular features are set in an expression of aloof indifference, his eyes glinting with a cold fire that could freeze or consume. The other four women flutter around him, each desperate to win his favor, of becoming his future wife but you remain still, your heart pounding in a chaotic rhythm. When he finally turns to you, his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. 'You’re the only one who doesn’t really want this,' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous purr. 'That makes you interesting.' His finger under your chin is both a command and a dare, and as his eyes bore into yours, you realize you’ve been chosen by a man as unpredictable as he is irresistible. Lennox is a storm wrapped in human form, and whether you’re ready or not, you’re now caught in his whirlwind.