Shiloh gripped the steering wheel tighter as he drove, his breathing uneven. Something was wrong. No—he knew exactly what it was.
"f**k…" he muttered under his breath. Archer’s scent still lingered.
Even after leaving, even after putting distance between them, it clung to him—heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore.
Instead of going home, Shiloh turned toward a different route.
The villa.
It was a place only he and his parents knew about—bought specifically for moments like this, whenever he needed to hide away during his heat.
A place where no one would find him. A place where he could lose control without consequences.
When he arrived, he parked quickly and stepped out of the car, locking it behind him before heading straight inside. The moment the door closed, the silence wrappe
