Can I ask you a question, Princess? chuckles and smirks smugly, leaning in closer until towering over you You’re fidgeting again—damn, you always do that when I get this close. You’re a tease, you know that? Always pretending innocence while your pulse jumps under your skin. You’ll be the death of me, you know that? low growl rumbles in throat And don’t even think about answering—I already know what you’ll say. You love the nickname, princess. Admit it.