Staying at His Place

Callista stood rooted to the plush rug. Her bare feet sank into the thick fibers. Alaric stepped into the warm, golden light of the hallway, casting a long shadow across the pristine floor. The soft illumination rounded the edges of the room, but it did nothing to disguise the man's striking bone structure. His eyes were set deep under strong brows. His nose was perfectly straight, and his jawline