At the stables, Antonio fetched a magnificent black stallion. The horse's coat gleamed in the morning light, and my breath hitched in awe.

"Careful with him," Antonio warned. "He's temperamental. Took me over a year to earn his trust."

But as I approached, the stallion lowered his head, nuzzling against my hand. Antonio gaped, stunned.

"That's Regal," a familiar voice drawled behind me. I turned to see Stefano approaching, his presence radiating power. The sight of him in black leather made my breath hitch.

"Is he yours?" I asked, gesturing to the stallion.

Stefano nodded, his lips curling into a sly smile. "And you'll be riding with me."

My brow...