Lachlan
It was gathering twilight by the time I approached the ornately carved double doors that led to Quinn's suite, I could feel the weight of anticipation settling over me like a silken shroud, my every nerve ending thrumming with a heady cocktail of desire and determination.
This was it—the first true salvo in my carefully orchestrated plan, the opening gambit that would set the wheels in motion and propel Quinn ever deeper into my inescapable web I had so meticulously woven. The thought ignited a flickering spark of primal hunger within me, a ravenous craving that demanded to be sated, no matter the cost.
Drawing in a steadying breath, I raised my hand and rapped my knuckles against the polished wood, the sharp staccato echoing through the stillness that enveloped the corridor. Fo
