FAZER LOGINVivienneThe brush moved slowly across the canvas, dragging color into shape as I worked on the sky, soft blues blending into a dull orange that didn’t quite match anything real but felt right in my head. Painting had never been my thing before, but lately it was the only way to keep my thoughts from tearing me apart. When my hands were busy, my mind stayed quiet, and right now, quiet was the closest thing I had to peace.I leaned back slightly, tilting my head as I studied the mess in front of me, trying to decide if it looked like a sunset or just something broken pretending to be beautiful, and honestly, it felt a little too accurate. My fingers were stained with paint, my hair tied up carelessly, loose strands sticking to my face because I’d been at this for hours without noticing time passing, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about Zach, or the men, or the mess I’d created with my own stubbornness.Then the knock came.It was firm, controlled, not hesitant, and that alone told m
Vivienne The brush moved slowly across the canvas, dragging color into shape as I worked on the sky, soft blues blending into a dull orange that didn’t quite match anything real but felt right in my head. Painting had never been my thing before, but lately it was the only way to keep my thoughts from tearing me apart. When my hands were busy, my mind stayed quiet, and right now, quiet was the closest thing I had to peace. I leaned back slightly, tilting my head as I studied the mess in front of me, trying to decide if it looked like a sunset or just something broken pretending to be beautiful, and honestly, it felt a little too accurate. My fingers were stained with paint, my hair tied up carelessly, loose strands sticking to my face because I’d been at this for hours without noticing time passing, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about Zach, or the men, or the mess I’d created with my own stubbornness. Then the knock came. It was firm, controlled, not hesitant, and that a
VivienneHis lips pressed against mine and for a second the whole world just stopped. The kiss wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was slow and careful like Asher was giving me time to pull away if I wanted to but I didn’t want to. I leaned into it instead my hands still gripping the front of his shirt as something warm and terrifying spread through my chest. His mouth moved against mine soft at first then a little deeper and I felt the way he breathed me in like he had been holding his breath for weeks.My eyes slipped shut and for once my mind didn’t race with excuses or fears. It just let me feel him. The way his fingers brushed my jaw. The way his other hand rested on my lower back pulling me closer without forcing anything. It was Asher. My Asher. The one I had hurt the most and he was still kissing me like I hadn’t broken his trust.When we finally pulled apart I was breathing harder than I wanted to admit. My forehead rested against his chest for a moment because I couldn’t look a
Vivienne’s POVI woke up to a familiar scent and my eyes cleared faster than they had in days, like my body recognized something before my mind could catch up, and when I turned my head slowly, still heavy from sleep and whatever emotional mess I had drowned in the night before, I saw him sitting beside my bed.Asher.He wasn’t doing anything dramatic, just sitting there with one leg stretched out and the other bent, elbow resting on his knee while he stared off like he’d been lost in his own thoughts, but the moment he noticed I was awake, his head snapped toward me and something in his face shifted, it was quick and guarded but still there.“Morning,” he said, standing up immediately like he’d been waiting for that exact moment, and his voice was normal, like the weeks of tension between us hadn’t existed, like I hadn’t looked him in the eyes and doubted him and I hadn’t pushed him away over and over again.I swallowed slightly, my throat dry, my chest already tightening even though
Vivienne’s POVI paced my room slowly, barefoot against the cold floor, one step after another like I was trying to walk my thoughts into order, but nothing was lining up the way it should, everything felt tangled, messy, heavy in my chest, and no matter how many times I replayed dinner in my head, I couldn’t settle the feeling it left behind.It had been… good, too good actually and that was the problem.Because things weren’t supposed to feel like that anymore, not after everything I said, not after the way I pushed them away, not after the way I chose distance and pride over whatever it was they were trying to give me, yet sitting there, eating, arguing, listening to their stupid voices again, it felt like slipping into something familiar, something warm and something I had been pretending I didn’t need.And that scared me.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I stopped by the window, staring out into the dark without really seeing anything, because my mind wasn’t o
Asher’s POVVivienne let out a loud, unapologetic burp the moment she finished eating, leaning back slightly in her chair like she had just conquered a battlefield instead of a plate of food, and I had to clamp my lips together hard to stop the laugh that immediately tried to escape.Kane didn’t bother holding back.“Uncultured woman,” he muttered, scoffing as he crossed his arms, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting something himself.Vivienne’s head snapped toward him so fast I almost pitied him.Almost.“What did you just say?” she asked, voice low and cold, the kind that usually comes right before someone loses a tooth.Kane didn’t flinch, didn’t step back, or even blink.“I said,” he repeated calmly, looking right at her, “you’re uncultured.”The silence that followed was sharp, fucking heavy and dangerous.And I… I leaned back slightly in my chair, shifting just enough to get comfortable because this was about to be interesting.It's been long we had this
Vivienne’s POVThe limo was too big, too dark, and too quiet at first and then it wasn’t.We were already moving, tires eating up the mountain road, Blackwood territory shrinking in the rear tinted windows like a dream I was being ripped out of.The partition was up. The driver was a ghost. Just us
Vivienne’s POVI woke up feeling energetic and I grinned, the healers had healed me completely, I wasn't feeling any pain anymore and that felt good… back to Shadowcrest… well… I don’t even know how to feel.The sheets were soft, too soft, expensive and smelling faintly of cedar and smoke, Kane’s s
Vivienne’s POV“Can you stop being stubborn and come home with us? We should be mad at you for running away from us. You made us remove your collar just so you could run away?”Dante’s voice was low, controlled, but the undercurrent of hurt and fury made every word land hard. My eyes twitched once,
Vivienne’s POVThe limo was moving fast now, tires eating up the mountain road, engine purring low and steady like it knew exactly what kind of chaos was happening in the back. The world outside was reduced to streaks of trees and moonlight. Inside, it was another story entirely.Ryker’s mouth was







