Keiran was seated behind his desk in his study, a tempest of thoughts swirling through his mind like the ink in the quill he had just dropped. His gaze drifted beyond the scattered parchments, fixating instead on the imagination of a petite woman with cascading black hair and a sinuous mouth that twisted into a smile that haunted him. He sighed deeply, resting his head against the plush back of his chair, eyes closed in a futile attempt to escape the turmoil within.
Everything about Cleo filled his senses: her laughter, her scoff, her narcissistic charm. Her striking blue eyes seemed to pierce through him, and her presence was both intoxicating and tormenting. She was an enigma, captivating yet maddeningly elusive, and he felt as if she were slowly unraveling him from the inside out. Hell, he couldn't even muster the courage to confront his feelings for her.
