Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Downplay yourself.” His tone was soft but firm. “You don’t just draw stories, Liana. You wear them. You make people want to become them.”
For a heartbeat, she couldn’t breathe.
And then, mercifully, the door opened again.
“Hope I’m not interrupting.”
Liana turned — and froze.
Draven Dusk stood in the doorway, dressed in charcoal black, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
Aiden straightened immediately, his easy smile fading just slightly. “Well, if it isn’t the tech god himself.”