Romance in The Mansion
Then, as if sensing my tension, Zayden stood.
I froze.
He moved slowly, deliberately, and for the first time, I could truly see his frame standing tall. Broad shoulders stretched the white silk shirt across his chest, perfectly sculpted, the faint flex of muscle along his arms mesmerizing. The silk clung to his torso in all the right ways, outlining the subtle lines of his abs and the firm curve of his chest. His dark trousers fit impeccably, falling perfectly along long, powerful legs. Every inch of him screamed control, dominance, and raw.