An Exception, Yet the Only One

Cynthia remained silent, her hands resting lightly on his chest as she gently pushed, attempting to create some distance between them. Tristan lowered his gaze, watching the subtle tremble of her eyelashes. A faint smile lingered at the corners of his eyes as he bent down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Don't be afraid. I won't cross any boundaries until you nod in agreement."

Hearing his words, Cynthia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Tristan spoke again, "But don't make me wait too long."

He had never focused his attention on any individual, especially a woman. Except for Cynthia. She was the exception, the only one. He knew that there were countless women in the world, and with a snap of his fingers, women would flock to him like fish in a river. However, none of them could compare to Cynthia's sudden intrusion into his life.