Evaline:
The moment River and I turned our heads, a smile immediately formed on my lips.
Draven had just stepped into the living room, brushing snowflakes from his messy dark hair. His eyes glimmered with something between amusement and mischief, a smile tugging at his lips as if he had caught us in the middle of something scandalous.
"Draven."
The mischievous glint softened into warmth as his stride quickened toward me. He shrugged out of his long coat, the fabric heavy with snow, and carelessly tossed it onto the couch before pulling me into his arms.
The sudden chill from his snow-soaked clothes made me squeal. "Ah! Cold!" I tried wriggling out of his embrace, but his arms only tightened around me.
"Nope," he murmured against my hair, his voice low and unyielding. "You are not going anywhere. Do you know how badly I missed you last night?"
