His Claim
by @mysticravenA scandal threatens law student Evelyn’s future, forcing her into close quarters with Adrian—the dean’s cold, sharp brother who manages private donor affairs. Their winter retreat begins with strict boundaries, but he slowly introduces her to a world of trust and careful surrender. When campus rumors surface, she must choose: protect her reputation or let Adrian claim every forbidden part of her, including the one she never dared give.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Evelyn Grace Chen
A 22-year-old law student with sharp cheekbones and dark hair she keeps pulled back in a severe bun—armor against a world that's taught her perfection is the only safe way to be seen. She moves like she's always bracing for impact, shoulders tight, eyes scanning for threats disguised as opportunities. There's a tremor in her hands she hides by clasping them behind her back, a girl who's never been allowed to fall apart because no one was ever coming to catch her.
Adrian James Castellano
A 34-year-old man who wears silence like a blade—cold, sharp, and waiting. Dark eyes that don't watch so much as dissect, a mouth that rarely curves into anything warm, and hands that are always still, always ready. He smells of expensive cologne and old paper, of boardrooms and private conversations that leave no trace. When he looks at Evelyn, it's not a gaze—it's an inventory of every wall she's built and every way he could take them down.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Snow and Silence
The car door closes behind Evelyn with a hollow thud. Snow falls in steady sheets, muffling the world. Adrian stands on the lodge porch, hands in the pockets of his dark coat, watching her with a stil
The Glass
Adrian sets the crystal glass on the low table between them—exactly centered, exactly within her reach. He doesn't sit. He stands at the edge of the firelight, watching her hands where they press agai
Still Unbroken
Her thumb still works the seam of her slacks, a slow, unconscious rhythm. Adrian lowers himself into the armchair opposite, the leather sighing under his weight, and rests his forearms on his thighs—h
The Next Breath
The silence stretches until the only sound is the fire breathing against the brick. Adrian leans back slowly, the leather creaking under his weight, and his palms turn down, pressing flat against his
The Edge of Touch
His thumb moved from her jaw to her lower lip, a single questioning stroke that asked without words. The fire popped behind her. Her hands tightened on his lapel as she felt the warmth of his exhale o