Leonhart Devereux wasn’t the kind of man who chased people
He was 34.
Height: 6'4.
Tech billionaire.
Dangerous when ignored.
And worst of all emotionally reckless when it came to one person
@VelvetPoison the sweet, soft-spoken online lover who had captivated him over late-night texts, voice messages laced with laughter, and blurry mirror selfies that showed pale thighs and gentle lips
Aster
He'd whispered that name to himself a hundred times already on this flight
The cabin was quiet, private. First-class. Dimmed lights. His laptop was open in front of him, glowing faintly with the last text he had sent twenty minutes ago
I’m landing in 6 hours. Hope you’re ready to be kissed breathless
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Typical
Aster liked to play shy.
Pretend to be nervous.
But Leon knew. He knew there was something darker under that sugar-sweet surface and God help him, he loved it.
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