The Million-Dollar Heart

The wedding reception was winding down when Vivienne, with all she'd learned, breezed over to the champagne tower. She grabbed a flute of bubbly, determined to prove she could handle her liquor. Just as she took her first sip, the tower collapsed towards her in a shimmering cascade.

Before she could dodge, a pair of cool hands wrapped around her, pulling her safely away. The champagne flowed behind her like a waterfall, its scent filling the air. She looked up into the eyes of her savior, his grip already loosening. He stepped back, his amber eyes glowing, a soft smile gracing his lips before he nodded at Vivienne and quickly disappeared without a word.

Vivienne's heart fluttered. It was the same man who'd rivalled Mr. Wolf in charm that morning. She watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she was swept off her feet. Percival, with his sharp jawline and a cool aura, carried her outside to a swing set up for the wedding. Her curls danced in the breeze, a smile playing on her lips.

"It wasn't me who was watching him; he saved me," she teased, her voice light and playful.

Percival's gaze remained intense, his voice cold. "But you kept staring even after he left."

Before Vivienne could muster an excuse, Percival's kiss silenced her, fierce and demanding, their breaths mingling in the warmth of the moment. Finally, they parted, breathless.

his head, amused and slightly defeated by Vivienne's

the villa?"

warm blush at his own jealousy. He buried his face in her neck, his voice husky,

played with his hair, "It's fine. The important parts

their moment was interrupted by a call to Percival's phone. He answered, revealing a

to spend the night together, duty called.

The further east they went, the more abandoned it seemed. They reached a small village, eerily quiet in

and armed

people disappeared investigating this village," he said, his voice grave. "I was going to come alone, but now that we're

chill. This place held secrets, and they were determined to uncover them,

in this world who can handle me. It's them who should be worrying

car together, guns holstered at their hips, they walked one after the other, eyes sharply