Married to the arrogant senior
“Because I’m not leaving. Not ever.”
His mouth found mine, not with the careful tenderness of before but with a hunger that burned straight through the fear. His kiss was raw, unfiltered, a vow carved into my lips. I clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him just as desperately.
The world outside wanted to make us pawns, weapons, headlines. But here, in this room, with his hands gripping me like I was the only thing tethering him to life, we were just Xavier and Arielle. Husband and wife. A man and a woman trying to survive the storm.
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