[𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒] [𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍]
Gabriel Sinclair was no saint, and he made no pretenses about it.
Ruthless, cunning, and unhinged -those words only begin to scratch the surface of his true nature.
Like a merciless hurricane, h...
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"Some children are simply born with tragedy in their blood."
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Amidst the thunder's roar and the fractured, grey sky pierced by lightning, the Ravens' edifice looms ahead with an even more intimidating presence. It resembles less a college residence and more a colossal mansion draped in privilege.
It boasts an impeccable blend of architectural artistry and affluence, peering through meticulously manicured ivy. Towering columns flank the entrance, and two massive wooden doors loom, adorned with intricate gold ornaments that suggest an entrance to something as grand—and daunting—as the gates of hell themselves.
It's paradoxical how rage once clouds my view of this display. Yet now, anger stirs within me anew—a bitter resurgence.
This place seems to act as a catalyst, drawing out the worst in me—hatred, resentment, and restlessness, all lingering like unwelcome guests. Yet the heart of this emotional storm isn't solely fueled by these gilded walls. No, most of it is stirred up by the person seated next to me.
"Of all places, this is where you decide to set up your wacky kidnapping scheme?" I grumble, eyeing the manor as the car stops before the grand porch.
If only I could summon a bolt of lightning to strike and reduce it to ashes.
"Did you think I was going to whisk you off to some remote hideout?" Gabriel quips, his fingers dancing over the ignition to silence the engine. "I'm always game to tie you up and stash you away if that's what you're into."
A dry, hollow chuckle escapes my lips, almost drowned out by the steady patter of the rain.
"Don't go projecting your kinks onto me."
"Kinks?" He repeats mockingly. "I can't tell if you're playing dumb or just genuinely clueless."
I tear my gaze away from the sprawling garden, my eyes narrowing with scorn as they lock onto him.
"Can you stop talking in riddles?" I ask, my brows drawing together in irritation. "If you have something to say, just say it plainly."
"But where's the fun in that?" Gabriel raises a cocky eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "It's too easy to get under your skin. Why should I deny myself such entertainment?"
"For heaven's sake." I grumble, crossing my arms to ward off the chill from the turned-off heating. "How much of a pain in the ass can you possibly be?"
"Careful now," Gabriel cautions, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
His arm stretches across the back of my seat to delve into the pocket behind me. I straighten, instinctively poised for a threat. With him so near, it would only take a quick movement to knock him out cold with my forehead.
