Sweet Little Temptation
Lizbeth Rose
BEVERLY
It had been three weeks since I joined the Discord server, and my entire world had subtly, deliciously shifted.
The advice from the girls in the lounge had become my secret blueprint. I had stopped fighting Damian’s gravity, stopped the automatic, defensive sarcasm at dinner, and stopped wearing those oversized, shield-like sweaters around the estate. Instead, I weaponized my wardrobe and my body, turning myself into a walking temptation he couldn't legally touch but couldn't help but watch.