He laughed, low and warm.
“I love a good challenge, Juniper.”
“Then don’t cry when I burn your opening to ash.” i love a good challenge juniper
He smiled. Slow. Dangerous in the best way. He laughed, low and warm
And the game began—not just of chess, but of wit, patience, and the quiet joy of finding someone who refused to be easy. but of wit
“You sure?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.