23

Chapter 23 | Mature

Rivan

I buttoned the last silver cufflink on the crisp white shirt, each movement deliberate, mechanical—like a soldier dressing for war. The weight of the evening hung over me like a noose. Tonight wasn’t about pleasure. It was a performance. A dangerous, necessary lie.

Write a comment ...

Write a comment ...

Gulabi_stories

I write bold, spicy, and unapologetic romance stories. You will find slow burning desire, dominent men and heroines who tame them.