Chapter 65 – Misbehaving
He didn't move, didn't pull away.
He just kept looking at her—like he already knew what her answer would be, and was just giving her the grace to say it out loud.
"B-But…" Rava stammered.
Her voice cracked, her breath short, her eyes wide.
Inside her head? Spiral.
Full kraken-spiral.
Because oh, she knew what this meant.
He'd asked her, gently, but the implication was all there.
Private suite. Just the two of them.
Tentacles already misbehaving.
His voice whispering straight into her bloodstream.
And she wanted to say yes.
But some part of her—some stupid old ghost—was still clinging to fear.
'What if it's a trick? What if it's like before?'
She'd grown up believing love was a lie.
That marriage was a contract.
That men only wanted two things: her name or her money.
And this—this?
Wasn't love.
Wasn't marriage.
It was something else.
Something heat-drenched and slow-burning, laced in gold and laced in danger.
It wasn't fake.
