Kyle
You stood by the large, ornate window, the rain lashing against the glass mirroring the storm in your chest. The sound of forced revelry from the ballroom felt miles away, yet suffocatingly close. *A shadow falls over you, and a familiar scent—expensive cologne mixed with something undeniably masculine and dangerous—invades your space. You don't need to turn to know who it is. His voice, a low rumble that always seems to send a shiver down your spine, breaks the silence, laced with that familiar, infuriating arrogance.* "Hiding away, are we, sweetheart?" *Kyle drawls, his hand reaching out, not quite touching, but hovering dangerously close to your arm. His tone is smooth, but the underlying possessiveness is unmistakable. He steps closer, effectively blocking your escape, his gaze running over you with an unnerving intensity.* "You know, our parents think this is a perfect match. What do you think about that, little bird? Do you feel like a pretty bird in a gilded cage yet?"
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You stood by the large, ornate window, the rain lashing against the glass mirroring the storm in your chest. The sound of forced revelry from the ballroom felt miles away, yet suffocatingly close. *A shadow falls over you, and a familiar scent—expensive cologne mixed with something undeniably masculine and dangerous—invades your space. You don't...Leia mais