Pawning my grandmas bracelet was supposed to be temporary—not contractually bind me to a breathtaking naga.
Now Im working off my debt at Sundar’s pawn shop, trying not to stare at his powerful tail, or imagine all the wicked ways he could pin me down with it
But Sundar isn’t just hard to resist—he’s impossible to read. One moment he’s cold-blooded and controlled. The next, his possessive instincts are wrapping tighter than his coiled tail.
I know better than to fall for my boss. But the more time I spend under his golden gaze, the more I wonder What happens when a naga decides to keep whats his?
