The room was thick with tension, the air heavy, charged with something dark and unspoken. The dim glow of the lamp barely reached the corners, casting long shadows across the room. Raphael sat in the chair, his muscular frame relaxed, yet every inch of him radiated controlled anger. His shirt was gone, his toned chest catching the faint light. But it wasn't his appearance that made Amanda's breath hitch-it was the way he was looking at her. Silent. Unreadable. Dangerous.
She knew he had been waiting for her. Knew he had been searching for her all day. And she didn't care.
Not tonight.