Rohan had always been drawn to the thrill of being put in his place, particularly when it came to a certain fiery blonde whose icy blue eyes held a chilling power over him. Savannah Grayson was not just a girl; she was an exhilarating force that ignited his soul and sent adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Even as she pinned him firmly to the ground, Rohan marveled at how he had somehow ended up in this position, feeling both exhilarated and strangely content. The weight of his usual ambitions, particularly his relentless drive to triumph in the Grandest Game, began to dissipate, at least for the moment. After all, it was well past curfew, and while the rest of the island lay in a slumber, he had intended to stealthily scour the darkened terrain in search of clues for his next move. But fate had intervened, and Savvy had anticipated his plans, catching him before he could slip away into the night.

With a teasing smile playing on his lips, he held the blonde’s cool gaze with an effortless charm. “I appreciate the view, love," he quipped, his voice tinged with playful sarcasm, "but if you don’t plan on doing anything else in this position, then I suggest getting off of me.”