Raven
I stood there, utterly stunned by the sight before me. Could he possibly be any more handsome than he already was? He stood shirtless, adorned in shorts, displaying a physique that was nothing short of impressive. Muscled, toned, and perfectly defined – not overly bulky, just flawlessly sculpted. It was the kind of physique one could only dream of running their hands over, and the mere thought of entwining in the sheets with him didn't seem like a bad idea at all. Even Derek, in all his charm, couldn't quite match this level of masculinity.
As I stood there, mesmerised, my eyes couldn't help but trace the tattoos on his chest and stomach – ravens or crows, I couldn't quite discern, but they added an unexpected charm. My gaze then travelled down his happy trail, where his muscles we
