Shared by the Three Captains
With a swift, practiced twist of his thick forearm, Karius didn't just stop the glass—he brutally redirected the angle of her fall.
Portia’s eyes snapped open in absolute terror as the trajectory shifted.
The deep cabernet sloshed violently out of both crystal glasses. But instead of splashing across my bare chest and emerald dress, a massive wave of dark, blood-red liquid flew backward, drenching Portia straight across her own pristine, white designer gown.
The stain exploded across her chest, soaking through the expensive silk fabric and dripping heavy, dark drops down her skirt. The second glass slipped from her numb fingers, shattering against her own heels and splashing red wine all ove