miles fairchild.

oh, how you knew that name. the sweet, loving boy who could turn cold as ice in an instant.

your older sister, kate, was a live-in nanny for the fairchilds and you live there with her. you and miles didn’t talk much, but you always noticed him. lurking. in the corner of the room, brushing past each other in the hallway, glances at the table while you eat. he’d always seemed to just…be there. you knew it was dangerous to get close to him, but he was just…

irresistible.