Author's Note: I highly recommend playing "Earned It" by The Weeknd as you read this chapter. It hits differently when the lyrics whisper through your soul and the lights are low.
~Hazel's POV~
The dim room was stained in amber hues from the low-hanging chandelier, casting golden ripples over the walls like candlelit secrets. The smell of old whiskey danced faintly in the air, mixing with his smoky, masculine, Caspian scent.
His eyes met mine, deep and dark, and already glowing faintly, like he was battling to keep his wolf at bay.
"Be gentle, Caspian," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaky but full of trust. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I reached for the edge of his belt, fingers trembling slightly from nerves and anticipation.
His lips curved into that sinful, confident smile, and his trousers shifted. My eyes dropped. God, it was huge. Still caged by fabric but bold in its outline, and enough to make my breath hitch.
