Bryant stepped into her space, the scent of expensive bourbon and rain clinging to him. He reached out, his thumb skimming the line of her jaw until he reached the pulse point at her throat. He felt the frantic beat of her heart and smirked.
"You're late," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that skipped across her nerves. Crowned By Fate by Amo Jones
"I don't wait for anyone else," he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear. "But you weren't chosen by them, Isa. You were chosen by the blood. You belong to the crown, and the crown belongs to me." Bryant stepped into her space, the scent of
The door opened, and the cold air of the Pacific Northwest rushed in. Bryant stood there, his shadow stretching across the pavement like a warning. He didn’t offer a hand; he never did. He simply waited for her to step into the chaos he called a life. "You're late," he murmured, his voice a low
He pulled a heavy, silver ring from his pocket—not a gift, but a tether. As he slid it onto her finger, the weight of it felt like a sentence.
Should the focus be more on the forbidden romance or the dark mystery? Which character's perspective should be followed?