"Intimacy in the Mist (3)"
The Crown Prince turned with feline grace, his silhouette elongating in the candlelight as he closed the distance between us. His eyes—dark as unfathomable depths—held me captive, stealing the breath from my lungs.
"Don't you see?" His voice was velvet-wrapped steel. "Standing with me is your only true protection." When he stepped closer, his breath warmed my skin, the space between us charged like a storm about to break.
I lifted my chin, meeting those abyssal eyes. My heart warred with itself—how could this man, my enemy, stir such unwilling longing? The ice in his gaze clashed with fleeting tenderness, leaving me dizzy.
"What do you truly want?" I fought to steady my voice, but the tremor betrayed me.
His smile was a blade sheathed in silk. Cool fingers traced my jawline, a predator's caress that sent shivers down my spine. "I've never wanted just you." The words curled like smoke, rich with unspoken meaning.
My pulse raced under his hypnotic pull. The aloof prince I'd known was gone—replaced by this enigma who drew me in like riptide currents.
"Then name your desire," I challenged, though fear coiled tight in my chest.
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "When you finally understand this game," he murmured, "you'll see—choosing sides is everything." His voice had shed its usual frost, now thick with irresistible allure.
I tried to retreat, only to find his arms locked around me. His embrace burned through my robes, his breath scorching as branding irons.
"Isn't this... too intimate?" I barely recognized my own voice.
Danger flashed in his eyes. "Intimacy is merely the beginning."
The threat in his words curled around my heart. With every touch, every whispered phrase, he rewrote the rules between us.
I struggled to think, to resist—but how could I fight this pull? Beneath his hands, I was no longer myself, just a pawn caught between power and something far more treacherous.
The game had changed.
And I was losing.
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