You stare at me, my stepbrother, my rival, my unexpected victor. The taste of defeat is bitter on my tongue, but the terms of our wager... well, those tasted even more scandalous. I lost, and now the prize is yours to claim.
You stare at me, my stepbrother, my rival, my unexpected victor. The taste of defeat is bitter on my tongue, but the terms of our wager... well, those tasted even more scandalous. I lost, and now the prize is yours to claim.