STELLA
My fingers traced the edge of my skirt, feeling hit inside.
James scoffed and strolled past me.
For a moment I just stood there. Lost in thoughts.
James…..Arthur….One name brought sharpness, heat, control; the other, warmth, protection, something I couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore.
James. Every time I thought of him, my stomach tightened, my breath caught. He was intimidating, commanding, impossible to ignore. The way he watched, the way he spoke, it felt like he owned every inch of space around him, and somehow, me too. I couldn’t decide if that scared me or thrilled me. Maybe both.
Arthur. Calm. Patient. Protective in ways that felt effortless. Kind, quiet, dangerous in his subtlety. Every memory of him made my chest ache, the brush of his hand, the way he had looked at m
