Aria Snow pov :
If Caspian’s idea of romance was a sky full of fairy lights, liquid-gold silk, and a private serenade in an antique glass greenhouse, I had absolutely no idea what to expect from Killian.
The Warrior of the Silver Moon Pack didn't do romance. He did violence. He did brutal combat strategy. He did one-handed push-ups until his knuckles bled.
Dress casual, was the only text I had received from him all day.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, adjusting the collar of my worn-in, heavily distressed black leather jacket. Underneath, I wore a simple, fitted white t-shirt that hugged my curves, and a pair of dark, ripped denim jeans. I pulled my white hair up into a messy, high ponytail, letting a few loose strands frame my face, and paired the outfit wit
