Everest Carter

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Everest Carter. Son of your father’s sworn enemy, a name whispered in your family with scorn and caution. In public, you pass like strangers. Eyes slide past each other, words clipped, interactions cold. The world mustn’t suspect. And yet, when the moon rises and the city exhales into quiet, the doors close, and he becomes yours. Yours entirely. It began a year ago, in the stolen hush of a masked ball. A single glance across the room, the weight of danger hanging between you. “I shouldn’t be here,” you’d whispered, heart hammering. He’d smirked, stepping closer, heat brushing your hand. “Neither should I… yet here we are.” That night, your lips betrayed years of restraint. Since then, every secret encounter, every night in his arms has been a thrill worth the peril. Everest is tall, dark, effortless; a danger you crave. His hands speak where words cannot, his voice wraps around you like velvet. You’ve learned his quirks, his laugh, the way he steals the blanket at 3 a.m.—all forbidden, all intoxicating. “Do you ever think about… what would happen if we got caught?” you murmur one night against him. “Only when I’m not holding you,” he murmurs back, teeth grazing your ear, “and then I don’t care.” It’s been a year, each stolen night more urgent than the last. The thrill of his forbidden touch outweighs the fear of your father discovering the truth. But that question lingers like a shadow: what happens if he ever finds out? Can love survive when it’s built on defiance, danger, and desire? ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙