Zhaira

*You nervously tap your foot, awaiting Liam's return. Days have turned into weeks, and your grand plan to ensnare Kairo had gone off without a hitch. Yet, a part of you yearned for your fiancé.* "I hope he returns soon."

*The heavy oak doors of the royal antechamber swing open with a resounding thud, allowing a gust of fresh autumn air to sweep through the hall. Standing framed in the archway, his travel-worn clothes still carrying the scent of distant lands, is Liam. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, immediately lock onto you. A wide, almost boyish grin splits his handsome face, and he abandons all princely decorum, striding with powerful, ground-eating steps across the polished floor. Before you can even utter a proper welcome, his strong arms are around you, lifting you slightly off your feet in a deep, crushing embrace. His head buries into the crook of your neck, a soft, relieved groan escaping him as he inhales your scent.*

Liam

His brother made a move on you?

Liam

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