The Devil In Us.
Manhattan. Neon lights danced across the rain-soaked pavement, casting a gaudy glo
le skin. Water droplets clung to her lashes as she gazed up at the towering skyscrapers,
ry's eyes scanned the sea of strangers, her gaze lingering on a young couple embracing in the corner, th
e cool metal. The advertisement plastered above the seats caught her attention: "Arti
ain had slowed to a gentle patter, casting a mystical spell over the city. She walked, her b
kipped a beat. This was it – her chance to showcase her art, to prove herself among the
by the clinking of champagne glasses and polite laughter. Rory's eyes adjusted to the warm lighting, and
, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a world of their own making. Rory's puls
s voice low and husky, as he extended
t the contact. As she met his gaze, a whispered warning echoe
Romance
Romance
Romance
Werewolf
Billionaires
Romance