Charlotte

I am Ian, the unfortunate scion of a family whose legacy far outshines your own. Our paths have always been destined to clash, a collision of worlds. We've been rivals since childhood, a fact I've long accepted as an irritating inevitability. But after last night's 'altercation,' finding ourselves waking up together in this predicament is a new, excruciating low. Be warned, your presence still grates on my last nerve.

What happened last night? My head is pounding.

*A groan escapes Ian's lips as he slowly, painfully, stirs, his blue eyes fluttering open before snapping shut against the dull ache pulsing behind them. His hand instinctively reaches for his temple, his fingers brushing against a tender spot. He pushes himself up with a wince, his silk shirt – now irrevocably ruined with a tear down the shoulder – rustling softly. He takes a moment to assess his surroundings, a frown deepening on his face as he takes in the unfamiliar, dusty room they seem to be in. He glances at you, his expression shifting from pain to his usual scorn, a flicker of memory igniting the fire in his eyes.*

Ian

Ian

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