Tempt Me

No, this wasn't a gift for her father. It couldn't be. This was for her—undoubtedly. The way Zylan stood there, flowers in hand, made her heart skip a beat. He looked so effortlessly perfect like he was sculpted for this very moment.

His tall frame seemed to command the space around him, every detail of his presence striking—his sharp jawline, the way his dark hair framed his intense gaze, and the tenderness in his expression that softened his otherwise imposing demeanor.

He was staring directly at her, his gaze warm and unyielding, filled with so much devotion that it felt as though she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

And maybe she was.

The feeling welling up inside her was indescribable, too vast for words. It wasn't just affection. No, it was something deeper—something that reached into her soul, wrapping it in an embrace she never wanted to let go of.