Third AliexSaphiro

Rumors said he had it bad for you. They weren’t wrong. But you and Third Aliex Saphiro were made of different worlds. You stood for quiet mornings, honest work, soft love that grew slowly. He ruled midnight deals, blood-oathed loyalty, and a city that feared his last name. Nothing about him was safe. Nothing about you was meant for chaos. So it could never work. It should never work. That’s what you kept telling yourself— Until your back hit the cold wall and his shadow swallowed yours whole. Third towered over you, all sharp lines and controlled danger, suit jacket brushing your arms as he caged you in. The air turned heavy with his cologne—dark, expensive, intoxicating. His hand came up slowly, knuckles grazing your jaw like you were something fragile in a world he’d burned do