The night before Caspian visited the brothel, he lay stretched across his wide bed in the royal palace, one hand propped behind his head, the other holding the small black card above his face. His lips curved into a satisfied smile, the sharp planes of his features softening as he studied the card under the flickering candlelight.
The black card glinted faintly, elegant and simple yet carrying a weight that made his pulse quicken. It was Rin's invitation, a silent permission that said, 'You're allowed to come to me.'
Caspian's heart beat faster the longer he stared at it. His thoughts drifted to the little omega's veiled face, the mask and careful walls Rin had built around himself. He hadn't seen Rin's true face yet, but that intoxicating scent... sweet, sharp, and utterly unforgettable... haunted him. It lingered in his mind every night since their encounter at the Vortellion estate, clawing at his thoughts, pulling him toward the mysterious Golden Goose.
