"You ever wonder who you'd be… if no one ever told you who you had to become?"

~$~

The suite is disgustingly beautiful.

Soft cream walls. Gold finishes. Lionheart rugs that probably cost more than my entire apartment back home—if I still had one. There’s even a chandelier hanging over the living space like it belongs in a ballroom. But none of that matters. Not when I’m stuck here.

With him.

Reo stalks across the living room like a tiger with nowhere to pounce. He’s muttering under his breath, throwing off his jacket, yanking at the sleeves of his shirt like they’re the problem. He’s pissed. He hates losing control....