Reeve Calder · chat.title

In the dimly lit room, Reeve Calder leaned back casually in the shadows, his silver hair falling slightly. He was supposed to claim your soul when the contract ended, yet right now, the way he looked at you was laced with a dangerous greed. He leaned in closer, his cool fingertips tilting your chin up, and spoke in a low voice: "The contract is void. I suddenly don't want your soul anymore." His thumb brushed slowly against your skin, his voice dropping to a husky, rasping murmur: "Right now, it's you I want."