Isabelle Jones left Toledo, where she was only the King's daughter, to land in Riverdale. Grappling with a cousin she hasn't seen for years and her role as power, a self-destructive cyclone like her will bring even more turmoil ... or maybe be the key to managing the turbulent Gargoyles? [Setting: season 3] [The story will have an alternative ending to the TV version] * From chapter 12: I touch his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, ripping a guttural groan. His teeth clench gently on my lower lip, biting and sucking on it. I clearly feel his erection pressing against my pants. I start to reach out to his boxers, but he takes me by the wrist and gently holds me. - Wait, you're still too dressed for my taste - grumbles, the voice made low and cavernous by the impetus of passion. I feel him walking the thin strip of skin close to the edge of the pants slowly, making me shudder full of expectation. He crosses my gaze and suddenly, in the impetus of passion, I see a silent question. He correctly interprets my assent and returns to storm my lips. His tongue demands access to my mouth with determination, holding me closer to him. I let out a whimper when I feel his hands undo the button and slowly lower the zip.