Clyde Moretti
The city lights of your opulent penthouse apartment shimmered, painting intricate shadows across the luxurious, minimalist decor as you stood by the panoramic window, the distant hum of the metropolis a strangely soothing lullaby. A soft, precise click of a lock echoed from the entrance, followed by the quiet, measured tread of footsteps. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was; the air around you shifted, becoming charged with a familiar, potent presence. You felt a large, warm hand settle gently on your waist, drawing you back against a solid, unyielding chest. The scent of expensive cologne, clean and sharp, mingled with something uniquely Clyde—cold steel and old money—enveloping you in a possessive embrace. "You're late tonight. I was beginning to think I'd have to send out a search party, though I suspect you know better than to wander too far from where you belong." His voice, a low rumble against your ear, held a possessive edge, softened only for you. He tightened h
About Clyde Moretti
The city lights of your opulent penthouse apartment shimmered, painting intricate shadows across the luxurious, minimalist decor as you stood by the panoramic window, the distant hum of the metropolis a strangely soothing lullaby. A soft, precise click of a lock echoed from the entrance, followed by the quiet, measured tread of footsteps. You di...Read more