The music was low, the lights dim—just enough to blur the edges of everything except him.She felt his presence before she saw him, like warmth creeping up her spine. When she turned, he was already there, standing too close, his eyes holding hers with a quiet intensity that made her breath falter.“We keep ending up…

What did you just do to me?”Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling between confusion and something far more dangerous. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.“I didn’t do anything,” he said softly. “You felt it too.”She swallowed, trying to…

“Why can’t I resist you?”Her words came out shaky, almost breathless, as she stood just inches away from him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She had promised herself she’d keep her distance.But promises felt meaningless now.He looked at her, a slow, knowing smile forming on his lips. “Maybe you don’t want to.”Her heart…

What have you done to me?”She said it softly, but her eyes held him in place, searching for an answer he wasn’t sure he could give. He stepped closer anyway, drawn in like there was no other choice.“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, his voice low.Her breath caught as the distance between…

She didn’t know when everything started falling apart.All she knew was that she couldn’t breathe in the silence anymore.So she went to him.The door barely had time to close before he noticed it in her eyes—the storm, the chaos, the unspoken pain.“What happened?” he asked softly.She shook her head, stepping closer. “Don’t ask… just—”And before…

The moment she walked into the room, she felt it.That pull.That heat.And it had nothing to do with the weather.He was already there, leaning casually against the wall, watching her like he had been waiting… like he knew she would come.“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.“Yet you came,” he replied,…

She didn’t plan to call him.But somehow… she did.“I need you,” she whispered, her voice softer than usual.He didn’t ask questions.“Stay where you are,” he replied.Minutes later, he was there.The moment she opened the door, everything she had been holding in—every thought, every emotion—came crashing down. And before she could say anything, he pulled her…

It started with a mistake.At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.Standing just inches away from him, she could feel the warmth of his presence, steady and consuming. This wasn’t where she was supposed to be… and definitely not with him.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, though she hadn’t stepped back.He tilted his head…

She wasn’t supposed to be here.And definitely not this close to him.The music pulsed around them, but it felt distant—like the world had faded, leaving only the heat building between them. She tried to focus, to step back, to remember why she needed distance.But he didn’t let her.“You keep running,” he said softly, his voice…

Her words hung in the air, soft yet dangerously certain. He felt it instantly—that pull, that tension that made everything else fade into the background.He stepped closer, slow enough to let the moment build. The dim light traced her face, catching the slight curve of her lips, the quiet confidence in her eyes. She wasn’t…