|Draven’s POV|
Okay, I am officially screwed.
I realise as I step out of the shower and find Casmira standing in the middle of my walk-in closet, getting dressed in a pair of clothes that her chauffeur had sent up from her car downstairs.
And the mere sight of her struggling with the zipper of her dress, standing in the middle of my closet like she owns everything around is so primal that I cannot wait for the day this will become a daily occurrence.
At this point in life I am quite certain that I only need Casmira infiltrating every single corner of my life, my home, my bloody soul if I have anything to say about it and nothing else.
The mere sight of her here, in my space, in my home, is doing something to me so raw and unbridled that I can take her to the damn city hall right
