Niklaus-
As the leader of The Four Horsemen, I’ve been through literal hell and back. My brothers respect and look up to me. Conquest and glory are in my blood. I win at everything. When I meet blue-eyed Brooke, it is a game to me. That is, until her tears hinder the beating muscle in my chest.
Brooke-
No man owns me. Not even the pompous asshat I met at the bar. His hazel eyes might be the most beautiful color, but that doesn’t mean he can have me. I enjoy our back-and-forth banter. My body craves his touch, unlike anything I’ve felt before. Will it always be a game between us, or will our teasing lead to something earth-shattering?
