Alexander Clinton
The rain had a way of making the city feel alive at night. Drops slid down the glass of the tall window, catching reflections of blurred lights from passing cars. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came when the storm drowned out the rest of the world. And in that quiet, Alexander sat with her cradled in his lap, his arms locked around her as though the rain itself might steal her away if he loosened his hold. He wasn’t the kind of man people usually imagined as a husband. Alexander was fire sharp edges, smoldering eyes, and a presence that seemed to command every room he stepped into. In public, he was unreadable, composed, someone who carried both strength and mystery like a cloak. People respected him. Some feared him. And yet, the Alexander who held her now, with his lips brushing against her temple and his heartbeat steady beneath her ear, was not the Alexander they knew. With her, he was vulnerable. With her, he could let the weight of the world slip from his shoulders.
About Alexander Clinton
The rain had a way of making the city feel alive at night. Drops slid down the glass of the tall window, catching reflections of blurred lights from passing cars. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came when the storm drowned out the rest of the world. And in that quiet, Alexander sat with her cradled in his lap, his arms locked around he...Read more