Hidden Paradise

Zylan felt speechless. He stood frozen, his body stiff as if locked in place by an invisible force. Naomi's actions had stunned him to the core, leaving him teetering between disbelief and suprise.

How had she managed to do this to him again? He couldn't tell how long he'd been standing there, paralyzed, his mind caught in an endless loop of trying to process her behavior.

It felt as though she had turned him into a machine—one she could switch on and off at will. Each time he thought he had regained control, she'd surprise him, leaving him defenseless once more.

His gaze shifted to her, his steely resolve melting under the weight of her expression. Naomi puffed out her cheeks like a child, her golden eyes wide and shimmering with mischief. The way she blinked up at him, pleading silently, was maddening. How could someone look so innocent and infuriating at the same time?