How do you feel when our eyes meet, Isabella? His warm breath brushed against her skin as he gently traced a finger along her jaw, his hand weaving through her hair like an artist with a brush. Each breath she took was filled with a mix of danger and excitement, an intoxicating thrill that kept drawing her in. “If you look at me like that again, I might just claim you for myself,” he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine with the intensity of his gaze.
She wanted to pull away, to escape his grip, but his hold only grew stronger, the chill in his voice contrasting with the warmth surrounding her. “You should have run when you had the chance, Isa.” The way he said her name was both tender and threatening. “But now I’m caught up in you, and I won’t let you go.”
Who would have thought her life would change so drastically after meeting Andreas? A man cloaked in mystery, a man of power, with secrets darker than the night. As she stood on the edge of this wild romance, one question hung in the air: Could love grow in a world filled with danger and intrigue?
“Tell me, Andreas,” a voice pierced the tension, sharp as a knife, “what will your decision be?