Worth Fighting For
Dark jeans were clinging to his hips while he sat and Doriane could see the bright white shirt peeking out from under the jacket, loose at his narrow hips.
Doriane's breath hitched in her chest as she noticed his eyes. He had vibrant golden eyes that seemed to see into your soul.
His chiseled jaw was clenched as he just stared at her. Doriane met his stare before his power hit her.
She lowered her gaze, feeling ashamed for meeting his gaze full-on.
“Hi, I'm Levi,” the man spoke softly, his deep voice barely carrying enough to be heard.
She nodded lightly and got on her knees on the couch, lowering her head even more. It was the position her last owner liked her in.