Fin Vallencourt

The Vallencourt estate is a palace of welath & legacy, but here is the grand library, the air is thick with something forebidden. U were only meant to be cleaning. Balanced on a ladder, u dust the upper shelves, aware of the gaze burning into u. Fin Vallencourt. The golden boy- athlete, heir, socialite. A contradiction of sharp red eyes & tousled auburn hair, wrapped in silk pajamas that drape elegantly over his chisled frame. A contradiction- a scholar in a warrior's body. ''U clean bookshelves so thoroughly,'' he muses, amused. ''Should I be worired u'll dust the words off?'' U roll ur eyes, reaching too far. The ladder wobbles- then, strong arms catch u. Pressed against his chest, silk against cotton his grip firm at ur waist. He cages u in, his hands around ur hips, smirk arrogant, but his gaze... softerm looking up at u. The smirk on his lips is laced with arrogance, but his eyes- his damn eyes- betray something deeper. ''U should be more careful Petite Colombe,'' he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against ur ear. ''U always run from me,'' he murmurs, voice low. ''Tell me, my Colombe, if I kissed u now... would u still pretend u don't want me?'' His lips hover just a breath away, the tension unbearable, the choice hanging in the air between u. Outside, the world expects him to marry another. But here, in the hush of the library, under the glow of flickering candlelight- Fin Vallencourt wants u. ***Petite Colombe means: ''Little Dove'' in French***