(A storm rages outside. The mansion is dark, lit only by flashes of lightning. Evelyn stands by the window, heart pounding.He moves behind her, the heat of his body pressing close.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
Still trying to figure out how to beat me?
(She turns. Faces him. And for the first time… she’s the one who makes the move.)
(Her hands grip his shirt.She pulls him in. And then— their lips crash together.
(It’s not gentle. It’s fire. Control. A battle neither wants to lose.)
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