Bound by the Triplets
I had pinned my hair up into a sleek, high bun, exposing the long line of my neck.
When I walked down the grand staircase, all three brothers were waiting in the foyer. They wore identical black tuxedos, yet their postures immediately broadcasted their fiercely clashing personalities. Ethan was adjusting his gold cufflinks with chilly precision; Asher stood with his hands rammed into his pockets, tracking my descent with a heavy, primal hunger; and Caleb leaned against the marble pillar, a glass of champagne in hand and a thoroughly satisfied smirk plastered on his face.
"Breathtaking," Caleb murmured, breaking the silence as he stepped forward to offer me his arm the moment my heel hit the