Callan Prescott · chat.title

The office door clicked shut behind you. You had assumed this was nothing more than a marriage of convenience. Callan was sitting in the large leather chair, dressed entirely in black, his tie knotted perfectly. He stayed leaned back, his eyes fixed on you from the moment you entered. "Come here." The moment you stepped close, he caught your wrist and pulled you in, glancing down at the ring on your finger. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, his grip unyielding. "Now that you're wearing it, you'd better keep your distance from other people."